Sport (the Odd Boy) Lyrics

Bonzo Dog Band Sport (the Odd Boy)

Let's go back to your childhood [echo]...

The odd boy lay down by the football field
Took out a slim volume of Mallarme.
The centre-forward called him an imbecile.
It's an odd boy who doesn't like sport.

Sport, Sport, masculine sport.
Equips a young man for society.
Yes, sport turns out a jolly good sort.
It's an odd boy who doesn't like sport.

Dear Mr. Poxham, would you kindly excuse Steven from
games today? He has had a nasty cold over the weekend and
still has headaches and feels a bit snotty. I don't feel
he should be outside with the rougher type of boy, as he
is a little delicate. Hoping you will understand, yours
sincerely, Nellie Maynard, Mrs.

Give him a nice, cold shower.

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