Our Strauss is brilliant
Our Cook is cool
They made Ponting
Look a fool
When he lost his rag
With Aleem Dar
We knew we had them
His actions were bizarre
You’re Woeful, You’re Woeful
You’re Woeful, it’s true
When you came to bat, your stumps went splat
And you don’t know where to turn
‘Cause you haven’t got that urn
You couldn’t bat
You couldn’t bowl
You could see that Trott was
In control
You never saw the stumps
Until he left them for his tea.
You’re Woeful, You’re Woeful
You’re Woeful, it’s true
You couldn’t bowl, as your fame we stole
And you don’t know where to turn
Cause you haven’t got that urn
You’re Woeful, You’re Woeful
You’re Woeful, it’s true
The Barmies all have a smile on their face
When they started sledging you
But it's time to face the truth,
We’re gonna keep that urn
;D ;D
Luvvit :)