thinking about his whiskers,
sandpaper kisses on his cheek.
He couldn't bother Grandpa for a week
And if he's up in heaven,
I'm sure he's still tuned in
Going crook about the link,
and questioning our strength
From the pencil on a book,
The stubborn old fella did
that's all you need to know
Concentrate completely on the sound
The at mosphere is great,
So the ashes battle continues,
Michael Clarke settles into his stance,
oblivious to an arching seagull
that's blown off of the ground.
Here comes broad, angular,
and Clarke ducks the bouncer.
Well he had aboard a collie,
his job to keep an eye on the sheep.
when Cricket was at lunch,
Grant Park had his sheep in his sleep.
And if he's up in heaven,
I'm sure he's still tuning,
Going crook about the length,
and questioning our strength,
that's all you need to know
Concentrate completely on the sounds
Yes, I can see the seagulls
Yes, I can see the seagulls