With the cricket world cup upon us in the Caribbean the usual classic pub-like song has come up.
Watch out for Monty he's gonna make the ball bounce, Nixon's behind you and he's ready to pounce
Kevin Peterson is as English as the rest of us, the Aussies wont get him out for a duck billed platypus.
Michael Vaughn Is our skipper Plunkett bowls a dipper won't try the local herbs but might smoke a kipper
The wicket might be sticky, bowling will be tricky, .
If you wanna watch the match gonna have to throw a sickie
The ground might be slippy
The Aussies might get lippy
They're gonna need some help, they should send for Skippy
So come on now lads, time to pull on your pads
don't' put us through a months worth of pain
Aint won it before time to even the score
Don't make us pray for rain
Remember hit the ball run and then we will all have tea!
Freddie flint offs a hero, he says it's no biggie
But he can bowl and bat while rolling a ciggie
Anything's possible if you follow your dream
Even Scotland have got a cricket team
The ball will be spinning, throughout the innings, And up in the stand Fletcher will be grinning
No heat rashes No rash dashes come on everybody let's forget about the ashes.
You score there's no kissing can't argue with dismissing In the commentary box Geoffrey boycotts reminiscing
So come on now lads, time to pull on your pads
don't' put us through a months worth of pain
Aint won it before time to even the score
Don't make us pray for rain
We don't need, the rain, don't need, the rain, don't need, the rain, don't need, the rain