Songtexte: Chumbawamba. 39. Bowls.

Bees buzzing, birds singing
The jack turning off the crown
A lawnmower in the distance
The wood coming nicely 'round
Sitting near the green just chatting
A bad rub, a blocked line
Watching that throw for length
A bias on the garden cutting it fine

"See you tomorrow, Ada"
"See you tomorrow, Bill"