It’s a pity we’re not all
Spartacus
Stamped by fate
Handsome like Tony Curtis
The rest of us nobodies
Are just chained to our oars
Is ours just a voyage
of sick drudgery
A hard thought to take
But the great mystery
is someone has to row the boat
While another
Wily goat
calls the rhythm
beats the drum
pays the piper
makes the big show run
we’re all sailors
all at sea
chained to our sad oars
no one’s really free
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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