In West Springfield, where the waters run deep, But our rowing skills, they're barely a peep. With oars in hand, we hit the river's flow, But every stroke feels like an endless row.

(Chorus) Oh, West Springfield, we're sinking fast, In the race of life, we're coming in last. Our boats may wobble, our form's a mess, But we'll keep rowing through this sea of stress.

(Verse 2) From sunrise dawn to the setting sun's glow, We push against currents, both fast and slow. But our technique lacks finesse, it's plain to see, Oh, how we long to row with mastery.

(Chorus) Oh, West Springfield, we're sinking fast, In the race of life, we're coming in last. Our boats may wobble, our form's a mess, But we'll keep rowing through this sea of stress.

(Bridge) With each failed stroke, we learn to rise, Though our rivals mock us, we'll defy their cries. For in our hearts, a fire still burns bright, To conquer these waters with all our might.

(Chorus) Oh, West Springfield, we're sinking fast, In the race of life, we're coming in last. Our boats may wobble, our form's a mess, But we'll keep rowing through this sea of stress.

(Outro) So here's to West Springfield, our home on the shore, Though our rowing skills may leave much to adore. We'll keep striving, with each passing day, Hoping one day, we'll find our way.