REB Songbook - CRuD Fernando
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 11:18 amCRuD Fernando*
(to the tune of “Fernando” by Abba)
Can you hit the pitch Fernando?
I remember long ago another dud as poo as this
In the spotlight Fernando
You were talking to yourself and crying on your way back to your mark
I could hear the distant chants
And sound of mass catcalls as you were hit out of the park
You’re no closer now Fernando
Every over every hour Australia seemed to score so freely
Sorry, but I’m afraid Fernando
The pitch is dead not full of life and minnows don’t prepare you for the ride
And I am not ashamed to say
The fours of our batting guns make me wonder why you’re in the side
There was nothing in the pitch that day
Your poo we slay, Fernando
They were hitting him for four and three,
One Fifty , for Fernando
Well we knew that we could never lose
Put on your bets
In the next test they picked him again
The batsmen’s friend - Fernando
When you’ve had your day Fernando
When many years have passed without the ball in your hand
Could you hit the pitch Fernando?
Do you still recall that you were part of Murali’s one man band?
I can hear it your sighs
At least you didn’t throw and your action was not banned
There was nothing in the pitch that day
Your poo we slay, Fernando
They were hitting him for four and three,
One Fifty , for Fernando
Well we knew that we could never lose
Put on your bets
In the next test they picked him again
The batsmen’s friend - Fernando
There was nothing in the pitch that day
Your poo we slay, Fernando
They were hitting him for four and three,
One Fifty , for Fernando
Well we knew that we could never lose
Put on your bets
In the next test they picked him again
The batsmen’s friend – Fernando
Regards,
REB
*Apologies to ABBA
(to the tune of “Fernando” by Abba)
Can you hit the pitch Fernando?
I remember long ago another dud as poo as this
In the spotlight Fernando
You were talking to yourself and crying on your way back to your mark
I could hear the distant chants
And sound of mass catcalls as you were hit out of the park
You’re no closer now Fernando
Every over every hour Australia seemed to score so freely
Sorry, but I’m afraid Fernando
The pitch is dead not full of life and minnows don’t prepare you for the ride
And I am not ashamed to say
The fours of our batting guns make me wonder why you’re in the side
There was nothing in the pitch that day
Your poo we slay, Fernando
They were hitting him for four and three,
One Fifty , for Fernando
Well we knew that we could never lose
Put on your bets
In the next test they picked him again
The batsmen’s friend - Fernando
When you’ve had your day Fernando
When many years have passed without the ball in your hand
Could you hit the pitch Fernando?
Do you still recall that you were part of Murali’s one man band?
I can hear it your sighs
At least you didn’t throw and your action was not banned
There was nothing in the pitch that day
Your poo we slay, Fernando
They were hitting him for four and three,
One Fifty , for Fernando
Well we knew that we could never lose
Put on your bets
In the next test they picked him again
The batsmen’s friend - Fernando
There was nothing in the pitch that day
Your poo we slay, Fernando
They were hitting him for four and three,
One Fifty , for Fernando
Well we knew that we could never lose
Put on your bets
In the next test they picked him again
The batsmen’s friend – Fernando
Regards,
REB
*Apologies to ABBA
