Текст песни The Incompatibility Of Sport And Cosmic Consciousness

When I play cricket I'm the longest at the wicket I can jump and swim And I live in the gym But I can't come to terms With my existence as part of the universe I gaze at the sky I think how? When? And why? I go to the lavatory In tune with astrology Well I get really confused With the complicated scoring system Used in tennis I get around in canoes Racing cars, balloons I drink squash, eat Polo Mints, climb mountains solo But I can't get my head 'Round that Salvador Dali Weirdo stuff I really feel fine With the planets in line I see the future in hands And I live off the land But I can't see Frank Bruno Asking me which star sign I think he is Whether you are physically Or mentally inclined Imagine what the fun could be If both could be combined I know I'm speaking as a weakling With a cosmic kind of mind But I can feel in sport emotions Of a unifying kind So do whatever you like to do And whether you win or not Make sure the game was fairly played And try to smile a lot Because whatever you do should be good for you Make the most of what you've got 'Cause Whatever you do should be good for you Make the most of what you've got