Lyrics

[Verse 1] Who's the greatest cricketer on Earth or Mars? Anyone can tell you, it's the great Sir Garfield Sobers This handsome Barbadian lad really knows his work Batting or bowling he's the cricket king, no joke Three cheers for Captain Sobers! Win or lose, the spectators are always pleased With the greatest team on earth, who else but the West Indies Men like Butcher, Joe Solomon, Kanhai and Davis Nurse and Rodriguez, Conrad Hunte and White Gibbs and the wicket keeper Hendricks [Chorus] Australia, you lost, the West Indies is boss The trophy belong to us! I say you lost, and you know you lost by us! Australia speak your grind, Australia don't mind You lost, better luck next time [Verse 2] Them Australian jokers send down crash helmet To protect their batsmen from Hall and Charlie Griffith I feel so sorry for Simpson, he tried but in vain With Griffith and Hall, wickets start to fall, like rain Rhree cheers for Hall and Griffith! Only when Australia making big riot When he facing Griffith, he so bloomin' quiet When only real fast bowling is to see him duckin' And the very guy, telling so much lie Telling the world that Griffith chuckin' [Chorus] Australia, you lost, the West Indies is boss The trophy belong to us! I say you lost, and you know you lost Australia speak your grind, Australia don't mind You lost, better luck next time [Verse 3] From the time the series start in Jamaica We prove that Australia was strong, but only on paper The fourth test in Barbados they full the scoreboard But Rohan and Seymour carry up we score, oh Lord Three cheers for Nurse and Kanhai! Special praise to Conrad Hunte, our opener Brian Davis, Solomon, Lance Gibbs, Hendricks and Basil Butcher All the boys fought gallantly under Sobers' captaincy So hip hip hip hooray! Hip hip hip hooray! For a glorious victory [Chorus] Australia, you lost, the West Indies is boss Worrell trophy belong to us! I say you lost, and you know you lost, tout moun! Australia speak your grind, Australia don't mind You lost, better luck next time