woah-ah-ah-oh-ah-oh...
Or for crew jocks:
Row, row, row my boat gently down the Charles
Go out to a party later, hope to meet some garls
(chorus) Duh.
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The supply of these ditties is endless. For any masochists yearning for repeat performances, show up at Mather's low rise at 7:30 any morning. I'll be maliciously singing over the grinding howl of my trusty battering-ram vacuum cleaner--rise and shine, folks, it's a musical world out there.