Three Hundred Words Lyrics

Three Hundred Words lyrics

I remember Pat Tetley and romping in grass

That was tall at the back of
the cricket field

Trying to catch glimpses of knickers and ass

While over the fence they yelled ooed and roared

As Ramadhin, Weekes
and Frank Worrell all scored

I was just a bit young for my own wicked
way

And ended up autograph hunting a prey

The like of which I'd
never seen before

A different world I suddenly saw and more

They
were big and so dark so alive and so fit

Mysterious black men with
sparkling smiles

And white kit

They inspired me a bit 

I
remember John Lever stood down deep fine leg in my way

Trying to see
round him while trying to fathom

What England were doing and then being
fixed

By the sight of his socks

They were grey and quite holey and
so were his boots

What was this? I tought laughing they could have grown
roots

They'd look white on the box

But there in the flesh they
weren't even approx

And there was his sweater as yellow as well

It
must have been inside the kennel a spell

And with fourt plastic pints
swimming blurring the sight

It was then that I realised that even
titanium dioxide

Isn't quite white 

I remember young Foxy walk out
to the crease

With my heart in his mouth

And wafting apiece

Smackin' a few

Punchin' holes in the sightscreen

The Argonaut
with the golden fleece

With a blade of new willow outside the off
stump

When he was out I was and shared in the fate

I was gutted or
sated or just a bit late

On the stroke: What was that? Of the clock? 

Ah yes all those memories

Summer and all those great knocks

And
Pat Tetley still sending those messages

All of these years

From my
brain to my box