Yes we have a chance this time gonna win
Both of us ready to race across the field
Warming up stretching looking mean
Fired up want to yell we shall not yield

Stood their arm out with a implement
Fire of the gun prepared to charge
Stripped down to our t-shirts and shorts
Some stood still some flipping barge

The race in the gleaming sun once a year
On the school field in the month of June
Here they are coupled together father and son
Families cheering the race egg and spoon

At his command they were ready to rumble
Going fast as they can everyone in a spin
But pint of coke for the lad and for dad
A pint of beer so we said gonna blinking win

Their legs tied together waiting to start
They rushed from the bottom of the hill
Over the ridge down the other side some fall
Across the finish line first place what a thrill