Jiggery Pokery Lyrics
| Song | Jiggery Pokery |
| Artist | The Duckworth Lewis Method |
| Album | The Duckworth Lewis Method |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hannon, Walsh | |
| 'Twas the first test of The Ashes series 1993, | |
| Australia had only managed 289 and we | |
| Felt all was going to plan, that first innings at Old Trafford, | |
| Then Merv Hughes and his handlebar moustache dismissed poor Athers. | |
| I took the crease to great applause and focused on me dinner, | |
| I knew that I had little cause to fear their young leg spinner, | |
| He loosened up his shoulders and with no run up at all, | |
| He rolled his right arm over and he let go of the ball. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, out for a buggering duck. | |
| What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a contrabassoon, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look a buffoon? | |
| Like a blithering old baffoon... | |
| At first the ball looked straight enough, I had it in my sights, | |
| But such was its rotation that it swerved out to the right, | |
| I thought "Well that's a leg break, that's easily defended" | |
| So I stuck my left leg out and jammed my bat against it. | |
| But the ball it spun obscenely and out of the rough it jumped, | |
| Veered back across my bat and pad, clipping my off stump, | |
| It took a while to hit me, I momentarily lingered, | |
| But then I saw old Dickie Bird slowly raise his finger. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, out for a buggering duck. | |
| What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a childs balloon, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look a buffoon? | |
| Like an accident prone babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| How such a ball could be bowled, I don't know but if you asked me, | |
| If it had been a cheese roll it would never have got passed me. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, what in the buggery f... | |
| Was his delivery, I might as well have been holding a cob of corn, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look so forlorn? | |
| I hate Shane Warne! |
| zuo qu : Hannon, Walsh | |
| ' Twas the first test of The Ashes series 1993, | |
| Australia had only managed 289 and we | |
| Felt all was going to plan, that first innings at Old Trafford, | |
| Then Merv Hughes and his handlebar moustache dismissed poor Athers. | |
| I took the crease to great applause and focused on me dinner, | |
| I knew that I had little cause to fear their young leg spinner, | |
| He loosened up his shoulders and with no run up at all, | |
| He rolled his right arm over and he let go of the ball. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, out for a buggering duck. | |
| What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a contrabassoon, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look a buffoon? | |
| Like a blithering old baffoon... | |
| At first the ball looked straight enough, I had it in my sights, | |
| But such was its rotation that it swerved out to the right, | |
| I thought " Well that' s a leg break, that' s easily defended" | |
| So I stuck my left leg out and jammed my bat against it. | |
| But the ball it spun obscenely and out of the rough it jumped, | |
| Veered back across my bat and pad, clipping my off stump, | |
| It took a while to hit me, I momentarily lingered, | |
| But then I saw old Dickie Bird slowly raise his finger. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, out for a buggering duck. | |
| What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a childs balloon, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look a buffoon? | |
| Like an accident prone babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| How such a ball could be bowled, I don' t know but if you asked me, | |
| If it had been a cheese roll it would never have got passed me. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, what in the buggery f... | |
| Was his delivery, I might as well have been holding a cob of corn, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look so forlorn? | |
| I hate Shane Warne! |
| zuò qǔ : Hannon, Walsh | |
| ' Twas the first test of The Ashes series 1993, | |
| Australia had only managed 289 and we | |
| Felt all was going to plan, that first innings at Old Trafford, | |
| Then Merv Hughes and his handlebar moustache dismissed poor Athers. | |
| I took the crease to great applause and focused on me dinner, | |
| I knew that I had little cause to fear their young leg spinner, | |
| He loosened up his shoulders and with no run up at all, | |
| He rolled his right arm over and he let go of the ball. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, out for a buggering duck. | |
| What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a contrabassoon, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look a buffoon? | |
| Like a blithering old baffoon... | |
| At first the ball looked straight enough, I had it in my sights, | |
| But such was its rotation that it swerved out to the right, | |
| I thought " Well that' s a leg break, that' s easily defended" | |
| So I stuck my left leg out and jammed my bat against it. | |
| But the ball it spun obscenely and out of the rough it jumped, | |
| Veered back across my bat and pad, clipping my off stump, | |
| It took a while to hit me, I momentarily lingered, | |
| But then I saw old Dickie Bird slowly raise his finger. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, out for a buggering duck. | |
| What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a childs balloon, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look a buffoon? | |
| Like an accident prone babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| Babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon, babboon. | |
| How such a ball could be bowled, I don' t know but if you asked me, | |
| If it had been a cheese roll it would never have got passed me. | |
| It was... | |
| Jiggery pokery, trickery chokery, how did he open me up? | |
| Robbery! Muggery! Aussie skull duggery, what in the buggery f... | |
| Was his delivery, I might as well have been holding a cob of corn, | |
| Jiggery pokery, who was this nobody making me look so forlorn? | |
| I hate Shane Warne! |
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