I hear the final test a comin’
It’s rolling round the bend
And I ain’t seen England win since I don’t know when,
I’m stuck in Australia, and time keeps draggin’ on
But that tour keeps a rollin’ on down to the S.C.G.
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with debutantes.
But I selected a debut leggie in Sydney just to watch him die
When I hear that Aussie crowing, I hang my head and cry..
I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy corporate box
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know England had it coming, I know England can’t be free
But this team keeps a changin’
And that’s what tortures me…
Well if they freed me from this tour,
If that England job was mine
I bet I’d move the team on a little farther down the line
Far from Australia, that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that Aussie crowing blow my blues away…..