The bowler’s running in, the batsman lights a fag
He keeps a packet handy and it’s lodged inside his pad
Because it’s written in his contract that after every over
He has to have a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor
In a bid to save the sport he sacrifices his health
His inning is getting shorter and so is his breath
Seems the price of survival involves a cigarette
Making money out of sport and choking it to death
