Prelude (The Family Trip)

There's no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're going

Or which way the wind is blowing

Is it raining? Is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Oh, the fires of hell are glowing

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes! The danger must be growing (Faster! Faster!)

For the rowers keep on rowing (Faster! Faster!)

And they're certainly not showing (Faster! Faster!)

Any signs that they are slowing (Faster! Faster!)

Stop the boat.