Behind The Bowler’s Arm

Oh it’s been a hard, hard year
Pushing shit uphill
But shit happens all the time
And I guess it always will
Now the days are getting long
Summer’s on its way
And I can’t wait for Christmas
‘Cause the day after Christmas is Boxing Day
And you’ll know where to find me
Ten rows back at the MCG
Right behind the bowler’s arm

So leave your worries at the farm
Don’t fret about the rain
Hold your credit over at the store
Bring the kids down on the train
Meet me on the Richmond side
Just outside the gate
I want to see that very first ball
But don’t sweat if you’re running late
‘Cause you’ll know where to find me
There’s no other place I’d rather be
But right behind the bowler’s arm

And if we’re lucky we might see
Someone make a ton or a slashing fifty
Yeah if we’re lucky there might be
A bowling spell of sheer wizardry
But most probably
Nothing much will happen at all

And when the angels add my days
And say my time is up
I’ll say to them ‘Now hold on please
There’s just one thing that you forgot
I know each man must leave this world
Behind when he gets called
But we had a deal that you won’t count
The days I watched the bat and the ball’
And the angels …
They’ll know where to find me
There’s no other place I’d rather be
But right behind the bowler’s arm
Yeah they’ll know where to find me
Ten rows back with sunburnt knees
Right behind the bowler’s arm