(Thats the verb form of "enticing", not the adjective!)

Every trip is open, our hero is a stone.

Everyone is welcome; it beats a day at home.

And swimming doesn’t matter, but if you do you’re on your own -

drifting under bridges, never to return:

to roll, you should learn!

You’re swimming, floating underwater,

breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces.

Just dreadful, your paddling was of no use,

waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you.

Nobody can portage, everyone has to go:

if you cannot high-brace, try and do it low.

Low is where the rocks are: your saggy arse should know!

You’re drifting under bridges, still stuck in the flow

And we really do not think that it matters

If you never have a hope with our line,

So we’re sorry that you’re out and swimming,

But you’ll be swimming for a long, long time.

Everywhere there’s trouble, that much we’ve come to know.

Trouble with directions, and faffing in the snow.

Frozen you have chosen, polo’s the way to go!

You’re swimming now forever, and forever more,

until you reach the shore.

You’re swimming, floating underwater,

breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces.

Just dreadful, your paddling was of no use,

waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you

And we really do not think that it matters

if you never have a hope with our line,

so we’re sorry that you’re out and swimming,

but you’ll be swimming for a long, long time.

You’ll be swimming for a long, long time,

you’ll be swimming for a long, long, swimming for a long, long time.