The sleeping giant never woke
And left not just one saddened bloke
Kasper never found his length
Dizzy seemed to lose his strength

Martyn looked good until he got out
Gilly looked like he had gout
It took five tests to find Matt Hayden
Brett Lee couldn’t bowl a maiden

He bent his back and did his best
But Warney had to do the rest
With Glenn McGrath too often hurt
The bookmakers have got my shirt

Credit though where it is due
The English, they were handy too
And didn’t buckle after Lords
Selectors didn’t draw their swords

But backed their judgement and their men
And sent them after us again
They made the most of any luck
And beat us. Jesus. Golly. Fuck.