The Geoffrey Boycott Blues Band

 

 

 

Growing up,

I had no time for "bitches and hos".

I learned my craft

on uncovered pitches tha knows!

 

Letting you into my heart

was like giving you a full toss on leg stump.

Your eyes lit up and then

you stepped in and helped yourself.

 

I used to love your footwork -

watching those little boots

scurrying about the outfield.

Then one day you walked on,

past third man and beyond.

Our fate was signed, sealed

and powder-puff delivered.

 

I had me a high old time

but then I had to come on down.

Your corridor of uncertainty

made me hide my bat and frown.

 

I got to the pitch of the ball

but you weren't there at all;

just a "Dear Geoff" note

what you wrote

in a fit of pique.

You're a true Yorkshire lass.

You say what you like

and you like what you speak.

 

You're a girl in a million.

Come on back to the pavilion

and let me serenade you

with my stick of rhubarb.

 

 

B.R. 21/03/2015