Mike Batt - The Snooker Song

Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes.
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And sthe dust out of his coats.
The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned
A novel arrangement of bows;
While the Billiard-marker with quivering hand
Was chalking the tip of his nose.
It's only a game, so
Put up a real good fight,
I'm gonna be snookering you tonight.
I'm famed for my aim, so
Y'better believe I'm right,
I'm gonna be snookering you,
Snookering you tonight!
I could spend days
Gazing across the balze at you,
You'll never win
When I begin
My break of fifty-eight
(Or maybe more, who can be sure?)
To say it's a frame-up
Wouldn't be fair or right,
I'm gonna be snookering you tonight.
Resist me in vain, but
Victory's in my sight,
I'm gonna be snookering you,
Snookering you tonight!
Love is a game
Snooker's the same so join the queue,
Ged a good grip
Don't let it slip
And think about the pink
(Don't let a red go to your head!)
It's only a game, so
Put up a real good fight,
I'm gonna be snookering you,
Snookering you tonight!
To say it's a frame-up
Wouldn't be fair or right,
I'm gonna be snookering you,
Snookering you tonight!
Love is a game
Snooker's the same so join the queue,
Ged a good grip
Don't let it slip
And think about the pink
(Don't let a red go to your head!)
It's only a game, so
Put up a real good fight,
I'm gonna be snookering you,
Snookering you tonight!
Snookering you, snookering you tonight!
Snookering you, snookering you tonight!