| Braying
for Murali's blood
A stadium packed with drunken Aussies
Jeering packs and snarling posse's
Braying for Murali's blood
Hate, fast flowing in furious flood
Ross Emerson/ Darell Hair
Notorious psychopathic pair
And now a man foul mouthed and mealy
The little runt named Ian Healey
To cap it all they have this gem
No less than their racist PM
People have begun to wonder
Whether you will go 'Down Under'
Murali - don't be a fool
This time there is no Captain Cool
Some nutty Aussie'll do you harm
He'll smash your head or break an arm
That land is full of convicts - thugs
Shane's Mommy feeds him lots of drugs !!
And in their team they call us chuckers
The ape-man called us damn black f------rs
To us you are the Lankan Mural
Hopefully there'll be a plural !
There is no 'if' there is no 'when'
Do not enter the dingoes den
They'll photograph each inch of you
And get into your toilet too
They'll check your height, your length and weight
To see if anything is straight
And then they will erase your name
From crickets only Hall of Fame
And in the future it will seem
That Murali was just a dream.
It really is a pity shane
That all your efforts are in vain
That though you strive in every test
To try and bowl your very best
The BEST you'll never ever be
That title is for Murali
The brown skin with the permanent grin
Known as the smiling assassin
-Penfriend |
