Kimble’s Message Board Blues

 


Ballpark’s in his basement
typing out his statement
for the fans on the promenade
sippin’ on a lemonade
while the man in the white shirt
played rough, got sent off,
said it was the other guy,
now it’s time for bye – bye.

Look out mate,
you’re goin’ to get home late.
God knows when
but you’re doing it again.
you’d better duck down the gangway,
find out what they’re sayin’
while the man in the cork hat
standin’ in the beer tent
asks you for a blank cheque
but you are not for payin’.

Maxie runs fleet foot,
hurries past in black boots,
two tries in the first half;
guess who had the last laugh.
We like to win that way,
especially on a Friday.
Look back on early May;
well I liked it anyway.

Look out kid,
don’t matter what you did,
stay in their good books,
don’t listen to the crazy gooks,
better stay away from those
who always ask who you know.
Strike up a cool pose
in your new rugby clothes;
you shouldn’t need a yellow coat
to keep them in their neat rows.

Buy your ticket, join the crowd,
Ulster makes you feel proud .
Sing the songs, chant loud;
don’t know? we’ll show you how.
Wave a flag, go hoarse,
stand up, sit down,
if we lose wear a frown,
blame the guy who’s the clown.

Look out kid,
you’re gonna get hooked!
Only happy when the team scores;
buy shirts you can’t afford;
watch while the Guinness pours;
close season has you bored.
Don’t want to go mad,
friends think you are sad,
log on at work
so you can read the message board.

For Andy Maxwell, 21 08 2006

 



 

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