The Mighty Boosh Music - Cricket | Текст песни

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I was walkin' down the street,
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me,
And I looked 'round in a state of fright


I saw four faces, one mad; a brother from the gutter.
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other

I say, I don't like cricket-

...And that's why I don't like cricket

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