They’re wearing Cricket Pads up in Heaven
¶ 1
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“Why are you putting on cricket pads?”
says God to old Saint Pete.
“Cos Norman Hunter’s coming up
and he’s dangerous with his feet.
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We’ll put him on Cloud number Six
where he can hang his England Caps on pegs
the cloud is already christened as
‘ Norman Bites Yer legs.’
¶ 3
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Despite his reputation God,” says Pete
“he’s liked by all the lads,
but I strongly recommend to you
that you put on your cricket pads.”
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