[Lyric] Lillian Thomson (Cantabile: The London Quartet)

Every morning on the radio, the news comes from Australia
The English batsmen once again have had a ghastly failure
’Twas Lillian Thomson’s bowling once again caused the collapse
I always thought test cricket was intended just for chaps!

But Lillian Thomson is Australia's finest flower
A maiden bowling overs at a hundred miles an hour
She’s the fastest lady bowler that the World has ever seen
Her bumper’s awe-inspiring and her language far from clean

Just imagine the reaction of Gooch or Gower or Gatting
As this six foot six of sheila runs up, do you wonder they hate batting?
She hit Randall on the ankle
Then she hit him on the forehead
If she finds the happy medium
She could hurt him something horrid

She’s Lillian Thomson
The first of cricket’s Dames
A mixture of Joan Sutherland, Rolf Harris and Clive James
Don’t let Lillian Thomson bowl at you underarm
’Cause under Lillian Thomson’s arm
It’s like a chicken farm!
This terrifying lady
What is more, is quite a looker
No wonder she demoralizes every English hooker
No wonder every time the Pommie batting strength she trounces
Would you like facing up to Lillian Thomson’s massive bouncers?

Lillian Thomson
A terrifying sight
Sometimes she swings them to the left
Sometimes to the right
Sometimes you have to duck
As they whistle through the air
In Lillian Thomson, Australia had the World’s
Best opening pair!