Lyrics:
did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with curses
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their purses
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might
of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen
Eighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear,
For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa',
An old tramp was resting
One day down by the lane
When a gang of young sportsmen came by
They passed many jokes on his old tattr'd coat
And the tramp
Joy Showland
And now microcosms come and go
And it's amazing what they show
Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum
Idiot Joy Showland
The locusts
consort
Like fiends, we rise from the tomb of love
It's the curse of fools to be secure
We are sportsmen, we are conquerers
The day is disease
Sportsmen arouse the morning is clear,
The larks are singing all in the air. (Repeat)
Go and tell your sweet lover the hounds are out, (Repeat)
breeds a strong backbone
Not all men are sportsmen
Some prefer pursuits of the mind
Not all men are sportsmen
Sometimes the brain leaves the body behind
You gallant sportsmen all, come listen to my story
It's of the bold Skewball, that noble racing pony
Arthur Marvel was the man that brought bold
did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with curses
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their purses
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might
the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
wonder who to call on
So, where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in
when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their
the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
"Nay
It's not often young sportsmen like you come this way
And if your powder is willing and your bullets play fair
Why don't you keep firing
Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther
parents still crying
You deserve Ted Nugent
You deserve despair
Outrage burning over sportsmen kneeling
There are some freedoms that you will not bear
You
Horseman
I put money on myself
Just like a cheating Sportsmen
I've been a savage since I was fucking Kim Horstman
Blood in the water I represent a sharks fin
to your modern hell, Nagasaki and Buchenwald
Worlds of lethal horror more final than the grave
Nuclear bombs and diet coke ads
Overpaid sportsmen
always with democracy
The heel the ball asked God for
The heel the ball asked God for
You are proud sportsmen from Brazil
sportsmen
But our team was still despised
They said you’re going in
The Guinness Book of Records
For what you did
The world is gonna see
They said you’re
circles, losing steam and
A little bit off track
That's from the un-sportsmen like conduct
A lot of wants, but I don't wanna
Who needs skeletons when closets
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