Текст песни Sir Garfield Sobers - The Mighty Sparrow

Who's the greatest cricketer on Earth or Mars?
Anyone can tell you, it's the great Sir Garfield Sobers
This handsome Barbadian lad really knows his work
Batting or bowling he's the cricket king, no joke
Three cheers for Captain Sobers!
Win or lose, the spectators are always pleased
With the greatest team on earth, who else but the West Indies
Men like Butcher, Joe Solomon, Kanhai and Davis
Nurse and Rodriguez, Conrad Hunte and White
Gibbs and the wicket keeper Hendricks

Australia, you lost, the West Indies is boss
The trophy belong to us!
I say you lost, and you know you lost by us!
Australia speak your grind, Australia don't mind
You lost, better luck next time

Them Australian jokers send down crash helmet
To protect their batsmen from Hall and Charlie Griffith
I feel so sorry for Simpson, he tried but in vain
With Griffith and Hall, wickets start to fall, like rain
Rhree cheers for Hall and Griffith!
Only when Australia making big riot
When he facing Griffith, he so bloomin' quiet
When only real fast bowling is to see him duckin'
And the very guy, telling so much lie
Telling the world that Griffith chuckin'

Australia, you lost, the West Indies is boss
The trophy belong to us!
I say you lost, and you know you lost
Australia speak your grind, Australia don't mind
You lost, better luck next time

From the time the series start in Jamaica
We prove that Australia was strong, but only on paper
The fourth test in Barbados they full the scoreboard
But Rohan and Seymour carry up we score, oh Lord
Three cheers for Nurse and Kanhai!
Special praise to Conrad Hunte, our opener
Brian Davis, Solomon, Lance Gibbs, Hendricks and Basil Butcher
All the boys fought gallantly under Sobers' captaincy
So hip hip hip hooray! Hip hip hip hooray!
For a glorious victory

Australia, you lost, the West Indies is boss
Worrell trophy belong to us!
I say you lost, and you know you lost, tout moun!
Australia speak your grind, Australia don't mind
You lost, better luck next time