room in the rowing boat for you
There is no promise, no guarantee
But everything will be easy
All the overhanging branches
There'll be a knocking and a rocking
But I swear we won't drown
Floating through the swamp
And our senses are tuned in
We roar, roar, roar, roar
We roar, roar, roar, roar
The squawks have squealed
There's flutterings and flappings
The foul fetid waters can
But we're nearing a clearing,
We roar, roar, roar, roar
We roll, roll, roll, roll
Even I don't know, even I don't,