Oh Lord, won’t you buy us an Empacher Four?
with nice comfy seats so our butts don’t get sore
We’re stuck with an Aylings, and it’s such a bore
Oh Lord, won’t you buy us an Empacher Four
Oh Lord, won't you find me, a miracle cure
I row in my sleep so, my strokes will be pure
But despite all my effort my seat's not secure
Oh Lord won't you find me, a miracle cure
Oh Lord, won’t you buy us a new Concept 2
We’re counting on you Lord, the whole of your crew
Prove that you love us, it’s what you must do
Oh Lord, won’t you buy us a new concept 2
Everybody!
Oh Lord, won’t you buy us an Empacher Four?
with nice comfy seats so our butts don’t get sore
We’re stuck with an Aylings, and it’s such a bore
Oh Lord, won’t you buy us an Empacher Four
