Throat Lozenges Like Stonehenge
¶ 1
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We each have our favourites
The voices that describe
The action on the radio
When we can’t be there live
¶ 2
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Some, they get excited
Over each goalmouth intent
They never stop talking
It’s legalised dissent
¶ 3
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Some huddle under blankets
Some wear overcoats
Some improvise and waffle
When the wnd takes out their notes
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Their voices are distinctive
Like a sport exclusive ring tone
Some are up and down like yoyos
Others like a bust trombone
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Where would we be without them
To paint the pictures of the game
Commentators – we salute you
Radio without you just wouldn’t the same
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