Come on, sugar
pack it up
It’s all over here
and the boat’s already at the dock
They’ve been fooling us for 4 years in a row
And I hear that whistle blow
And now we’re off that land
and we row, row, row against the waves of poverty and woe

While we were sailing all wet and cold
new faces came on board
But I can’t get rid of
the feeling that I’ve seen them somewhere before
I’m afraid to give myself a chance
to hope and believe
‘Cause I haven’t see them row with me
Row, row, row against the waves of poverty and woe

Come on, sugar
pick your town
Tell your mother and your father
that we won’t be around
We’ve been drinking rain for 4 years in a row
And I hear that whistle blow
And now we’re off that land and we row, row, row
against the waves of poverty and woe