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COXLESS
(With apologies to The Corrs)

Go on, go on
Letís row coxless
Come on

The outingís late as usual
We still remain ďthe short guyĒ down
He called at five past eight but,
Itís not two hours to here from town
He cannot steer, the ducks retreat in fear
And Iím thinking that we should try
To lose him (to lose him), excuse him (excuse him)

So go on, go on, come on, letís row coxless
Let me, steer you, and letís try to find,
That running feeling (running feeling)
The cox, will not be missed
Go on (go on), go on (go on)
Yeah..
Come on
Yeah..

And if weíre out tomorrow,
And heís not here by ďhands on bladesĒ
Iíll do the steering from two
He can hand out the Lucozade
Itís not extreme
Itís better for the team
And I think that he should give up
Donít need him (donít need him), donít feed him (heís too fat)

So go on, go on, come on, letís row coxless
Trust me, try me, you just canít deny,
That sinking feeling (sinking feeling)
When he hit both bridges..
Go on (go on), go on (go on)
Yeah..
Come on..

[Guitar solo]

He is to blame,
The cox who cannot aim,
And Iím thinking that we should try
To lose him (to lose him), excuse him (excuse him)

So go on, go on, come on, letís row coxless
Let me, steer you, and letís try to find,
That running feeling (running feeling)
The cox, will not be missed

Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, letís row coxless
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, letís row coxless
Go on, (go on) go on, (go on) come on, letís row coxless
Go on.. go on.

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