LCC Songbook

 

Here are a selection of songs heard in the clubhouse over the years…

THE LOVELY LYMINGTON SONG

Everywhere we go (everywhere we go)
People want to know (people want to know)
Who we are (who we are)
Where we come from (where we come from)
So we tell them (so we tell them)
We’re from Lymington (we’re from Lymington)
Lovely, lovely Lymington (ovely, lovely Lymington)
And if they cannot hear us (and if they cannot hear us)
We shout a little louder (we shout a little louder)
(Repeat ad nauseum)

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JERRY HOLT

He’s tall, he’s posh,
He’s got a big moustache,
Jerry Holt, Jerry Holt

He’s tall, he’s a gent,
He is our President,
Jerry Holt, Jerry Holt

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JOHN McGUIRK
(to the tune of ‘Robin Hood’)

John McGuirk, John McGuirk,
Guinness, Becks and port
John McGuirk, John McGuirk,
Lager by the quart,
Bitter, whiskey, wine,
meths and turpentine
Guirky’s pissed, Guirky’s pissed, Guirky’s pissed.

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THE KING OF THE SLOGGERS

Your’e the king of the sloggers Taps,
A Lymington VIP
You’ve reached the top and have not stopped
and that’s what’s bothering me.

I wanna bat with your Mongoose
And slog around the ground.
We’ll celebrate your centuries
And Tapper it’s your round… (yeah right!)

Scooby doo, I wanna slog like you-oo-oo
I wanna bat like you, laugh like you do too.
And yes it’s true, that a man like me-ee-ee
wants to learn to swing across the line like you.

Now don’t try to kid me Tapper
Your ‘re sixty years today
Myself and everyone in here
feel it’s more like sixty-eight.

Now golf is your major passion
It really is your world,
Apart from that disgraceful time
When you got beaten by a girl.

Scooby doo, I wanna slog like you-oo-oo
I wanna bat like you, laugh like you do too.
And yes it’s true, that a man like me-ee-ee
Wants to learn to swing across the line like you

Well I’ve known Tapper a long time
25 years too long.
It’s due to this that I decided
to write this stupid song.

All of us here know Tapper
He’s a very friendly chap
He’s pretty good at batting
But his bowling’s rather crap.

Scooby doo, I wanna slog like you-oo-oo
I wanna bat like you, laugh like you do too (Ah! Ah! Ah!)
You see, it’s true, that a man like me-ee-ee
Wants to learn to swing across the line like you..

Scooby doo, I wanna slog like you-oo-oo
I wanna bat like you, laugh like you do too (Ah! Ah! Ah!)
You see, it’s true, that a man like me-ee-ee
Wants to learn to swing across the line like you…
Wants to learn to swing across the line like you.

Written and performed by Jason Noble on the occasion
of Peter Tapper’s 60th birthday.

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BOHEMIAN TAPSODY

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught on the off-side
by a fielder from Bash-a-ley

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…
I’m just a legend, I need no sympathy
Because I’m quickly come, quickly go,
hit it high, hit it low.
Any way the ball goes doesn’t really matter to me, to me…

Ah, ah, I just killed a man.
Smeared a ball towards his head, he keeled over now he’s dead
Ah, ah, my knock had just begun
but now I’ve got and slogged it all away
Ah, ah, yessssss!
I don’t want to lie.
If I’m still batting again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on,
as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come,
Cow corner’s on my mind, so I think I’ll have a wind,
Bye-bye everybody, I’ve got mow,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the Twos
Ah, ah, yesssss! I don’t want to lie,
but I’m so good I should have been picked for England….

I see a little silhouette of a man
In the bush! In the bush! Can you slog to cow corner?
Thomason and Hardy, Wharton, Pope and Lardy (who?)
Timmy Hunter, Timmy Hunter, Timmy Hunter, Timmy Hunter, Timmy Hunter let me go . . .
I’m just a First teamer from a poor First team,
He’s just a First teamer from a poor First team
Spare him his life from Mrs Sanger’s tea…
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah, no! You’ll finish that bread roll!
Let me go!
Bismillah, no! You’ll finish that bread roll!
Let me go!
You’ll finish that bread roll! Let me go!
You’ll finish that bread roll! Let me go!
You’ll finish that bread roll then you can go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Oh Mrs Sanger, Mrs Sanger, Mrs Sanger let me go…
I think Paul Coles has a sandwich put aside for me… for me… for me…

So you think you can drop me and bat me at five?
I could be spending a family day at home with the wife
Oh Trestrail! Can’t do this to me Trestrail
Just gotta hit out, just gotta hit right out of here…

Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters… but me!

Anyway the ball goes…

Music: Queen; Words: Phillips/McGuirk/Mercury circa 1997 

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THREE PUFFS ON HIS PIPE (ECHO TROPHY FINAL SONG 1997)

It’s coming home, it’s coming home,
It’s coming, cricket’s coming home,
It’s coming home, it’s coming home,
It’s coming, cricket’s coming home,

Everyone seems to know Tap’s score – they’ve seen it all before,
They just know, they’re so sure
That Lymo’s gonna throw it away, gonna blow it away,
But I know they can play
Cos I remember…

Three puffs on his pipe,
The Echo Trophy’s still gleaming
Thirteen years of hurt
Never stopped Taps creaming

So many slogs, so many smears,
And all those oh-so-nears
wear you down
through the years
But I still see that six at OTs
and that catch at Parley
and that slog at Bashley
And I remember…

Three puffs on his pipe,
The Echo Trophy’s still gleaming
Thirteen years of hurt
Never stopped Taps dreaming

I know that was then, but it could be again…
It’s coming home, it’s coming home,
It’s coming, cricket’s coming home…

Written by Phillips & McGuirk to inspire Lymo to victory before  the 1997 Echo Trophy Final against Havant. (We got stuffed by 10 wickets and Tapper got a duck!)

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SUPER LEWIS GREGORY
Lew, Lew, Super Lew
Lew, Lew, Super Lew
Lew, Lew, Super Lew
Super Lewis Gregory

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PETE SMITH’S SONG
Pete Smith is a slogger
He gives it quite a whack
When Kinger bowled a beamer
He said “I’m having that”
He slogged it over the cables
He slogged it over the ditch
And when they finally found the ball
It was on the football pitch!

Written in honour of Pete Smith’s gigantic six at Bashley in 2005 – described by many as the biggest hit ever seen at that ground.

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THE NISSAN MICRA SONG (for Pete Smith)

We’re all going in a Nissan Micra
No more worries for a week or two
Fun and laughter in a Nissan Micro
For an Aussie that’s blue, for an Aussie that’s blue.

We’re going where the sun shines brightly
We’re going where the sea is blue
I saw it in Thorpy’s showroom
Can’t believe he sold it to you!

We’re all going in a Nissan Micra
No more worries for a week or two
Fun and laughter in a Nissan Micro
For an Aussie that’s blue, for an Aussie that’s blue

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CHRIS NOBLE
(to the tune of ‘Robin Hood’)

Chris Noble, Chris Noble
Found it hard to bowl,
Chris Noble, Chris Noble
When he fell down a rabbit hole.
He could bowl quite straight,
If he didn’t turn up late.
Chris Noble, Chris Noble, Chris Noble

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Wharts!
Wharts…whoa-whoa-whoa
What is he good for?
Absolutely nothing!

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