The Incompatibility Of Sport And Cosmic Consciousness

When I play cricket

I'm the longest at the wicket

I can jump and swim

And I live in the gym

But I can't come to terms

With my existence as part of the universe

I gaze at the sky

I think how? When? And why?

I go to the lavatory

In tune with astrology

Well I get really confused

With the complicated scoring system

Used in tennis

I get around in canoes

Racing cars, balloons

I drink squash, eat Polo

Mints, climb mountains solo

But I can't get my head

'Round that Salvador Dali

Weirdo stuff

I really feel fine

With the planets in line

I see the future in hands

And I live off the land

But I can't see Frank Bruno

Asking me which star sign

I think he is

Whether you are physically

Or mentally inclined

Imagine what the fun could be

If both could be combined

I know I'm speaking as a weakling

With a cosmic kind of mind

But I can feel in sport emotions

Of a unifying kind

So do whatever you like to do

And whether you win or not

Make sure the game was fairly played

And try to smile a lot

Because whatever you do should be good for you

Make the most of what you've got

'Cause Whatever you do should be good for you

Make the most of what you've got