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The Duckworth Lewis Method - Judd's Paradox Lyrics

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  • Sweet is the sound as leather bound the well timed willow strikes
  • Mild the applause that cheers the cause of the bat and the ball alike
  • Soft is the ground where can be found a young man sound asleep
  • And old is the game that shares its name with the insect at his feet
  • How could he know the lengths to which they’d go
  • To claim his soul for England and the Queen
  • How could it be colonial brains conceived
  • That glorious game
  • It always seems to be the paradox
  • The bourgeoisie bat the proletariat toil in the field all day
  • I should be incensed by what it represents
  • And yet it’s a damn good game
  • And although I hope that the peasants revolt
  • And cast off the yoke of oppression
  • Perhaps Europe’s millions can storm the pavilions
  • After the afternoon session
  • How could he know the lengths to which they’d go
  • To claim his soul for England and the Queen
  • How could it be colonial brains conceived
  • That glorious game
  • It always seems to be the paradox ...

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