"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 p***s
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)