World Cup 2010 – Day 20
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Serenade
¶ 2
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Here I’m standing right outside your window.
Yes, I know you’d thought I’d gone to ground.
You’ve read about the World Cup in the Indo?
Well, that’s the reason I’ve not been around.
¶ 3
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Matches on at lunchtime, as you know, dear,
Afternoon games whet your appetite,
Evening games the best part of the show, dear
And don’t forget the highlights late at night.
¶ 4
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Today, at last, the World Cup takes a rest, dear,
Not a drop of football to be found.
My absence up to now will be redressed, dear,
Until the quarter finals come around.
¶ 5
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No, my dear, this isn’t a loud-hailer
You’re eying from your balcony above.
This is what they call a vuvuzela
And I’ve come to serenade your love.
¶ 6
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Listen while I play a lilting air, dear,
Hear this composition wot I wrote.
Tonight its going to get its premiere, dear,
Shame it only plays a single note.
¶ 7
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Your father’s out here cursing like a sailor,
Says he’s going to give me some advice.
That’s not the place to shove a vuvuzela,
Frankly, dear, that wasn’t very nice.
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