39. Bowls Lyrics - Chumbawamba

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"