Are you dead white bloody and cold
With your smile wrinkled wide on the outsides
Then you’re top, on top of your game
You played on a low daily allowance
Your hands cold, in the deepest recesses of your pockets
You were slow, so old, you were so old
But you were there
A cricket geisha
And how you looked, as you went down
It was mesmeric
I nearly stopped to see
What went wrong this time
With your smile wrinkled wide on the outsides
Then you’re top, on top of your game
You played on a low daily allowance
Your hands cold, in the deepest recesses of your pockets
You were slow, so old, you were so old
But you were there
A cricket geisha
And how you looked, as you went down
It was mesmeric
I nearly stopped to see
What went wrong this time
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