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Without spontaneity what are we.
Without spontaneity just machines.
Without authority how are we?
No grace under pressure, no ill-fitting dentures.
A portrait of society when all is told.
Artists fold as dartists hurl.
The evil eye stares on, Jenkins' at home.
Garibaldis' conquest relies on the understanding
Portrait of Society(')s alright. McButt signing off.

"Song for Sports Montage"

Song For Sports Montage
Tonight you're on fire!
No-one can stop you
And that's the way it should be
On fire!
The best is our goal and
It don't come for free so:
Raise your game
Reach the top
Rise to the occasion -
And when you get there?
DON'T STOP!!!


There's a place in space where long ago
The rules were drawn up and everyone
Would get their chance to prove their skill
The name was "sport" and all you need is will!
From speed, to strength
For the best of the team
The glory ever-present
Do you share the dream?

And we didn't stop, the human race
Aspired for more, quickened the pace
Man grew fast, women strong
A communist mind-frame helped the team become one
Wickets bailed across the land
Tries and goals and touch-downs scored
Tungsten could be the weapon of choice
Or a big old stick from which to launch!
And as IQ drops we prove to be
The greatest sporting planet in history

So: raise your flag!
Chant this chant!
Be the best!
Or: learn to cheat!!!