This is not my swan song This is not my gone song This is not my last hurrah
You’re either in or you’re out You’re either playing or you are not How hard can it be – to give it all you got When all you got is…
I took somebody’s place Somebody with more runs than me Somebody will take my place Somebody with less runs than me
It’s always the same Nobody’s getting younger It’s always the same Somebody’s gotta cop the blame
Why don’t I speak to Steven Waugh? And ask him what a scrap is? Why don’t I speak to Shivnarine Chanderpaul? And ask him what to bat like crap is?
We were the brightest stars Playing like children play, with their dinky cars Now we are nowhere half as cute So we’re told, you can either fly away Or take a chute Take a chute, take a chute
But This is not my swan song This is not my gone song This is not my last hurrah.
And I Think I know what a scrap is Think I know what to bat like crap is. Think I know. I think I know.
Bill Lawry: GAAAWN!
(To be performed by Yusuf Islam a.k.a Cat Stevens, ideally)