81. Desmond — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

British champion for fifty years
Easily beats all his challengers
Bored of always being the best
He`d rather be like all the rest
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches
Now with pressure from above
He was forced to carry on
You`re the best, don`t you want to win?
To which he replied with a cheeky grin
I`m bored of always being the best
I`d rather be like all the rest!
Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun
He loses a game now and then
He enjoys it, though, playing for pleasure
Without the competition, without the pressure
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches