At last the joyous day has come,
And now our work was almost done,
Our Record Beater "72"
Was set to join the gallant few
Of special boats prepared to face
The dangers of the Power Boat Race.

With number painted on her bows,
She was ready for her trip to Cowes.
The big green doors were opened wide
And our new boat was rushed outside.
But, Oh!'Dear me! What's this I see?
There's loads of sand but not much sea.

In quick debate they did decide
'Twas best to wait till next high tide.
When the evening tide was high,
'Twas time to have another try,
Another game of launching boats
This time, such joy, the damn thing floats.

So now the Gods are really good
And our boat moves like all boats should.
But half a mo' what's that I saw
A bridge! That wasn't there before.
The helmsman said "It can't be true
I don't believe it'll sail on through"

By now I think that you all know
The way this story's going to go.
The Helmsman uttered with a sigh,
"The bridge is too low and the boat's too high".
Now this Saga goes to show
Big boats can't go where little boats go.

By now I hope that I can say
That our nice boat is on its way.
I really hope our boat does well,
But the way things are you just can't tell.
We'll have a story then to shout,
That's if the engines don't drop out!