"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
Sweet flows the water, yellow as royal piss
Speech turns to stammer, your lips are too tight to kiss
I've never seen rabbits looking as scared as this
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
A five times champion wouldn't row as fast
Caught in the eddies between future and past
Blowing a hurricane from the Royal arse
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)