They broke out in laughter again 

His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in

And he stood by and waited to be called

The talk was of times that'd gone by

And the quantity and quality of women they lie

His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry



As he stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited like the others before 

For his turn to go over the falls



He got up and tried it again 

For lack of persistence is surely a sin

As he stood by and waited to be called

He looked to the lightning with glee 

And admired his vessel for its symmetry

Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor's degree



As he stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited like the others before

For his turn to go over the falls