(Sung by Steve Tikolo and his band of miserly men to the tune of Bryan Adams’ "Summer of '69")
We got no real sixes
Bought it against a Kiwi sideTried to bat but we just bled
Was the summer of 69
Me and the guys from Kenya
Obanda six and Tikolo a braceShoulda known we’d never get far
Oh when we look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if we had the choice
Yeah – we’d always wanna be there
These are the best days of our lives
Ain’t no use in complainin’
When you got a job to do
Spent our evenin’s down at the nets
And that’s when we met Kiwi men,yeah
Standin’ on the dressing room porch
The procession seemed to stretch forever
Oh and when the Kiwis held our catchesWe knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of our lives
Back in the summer of '69
Man we were killin’ time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin’ can last forever – forever, no, yeah
And now the times are changin’
Look at everything that’s come and gone
We got no real sixes
We think about it now, wonder what went wrong
Standin’ on the dressing room porch
Why did it last forever?Oh when the Kiwis held our catches
We knew that it was now or never
These are the best days of our lives, oh yeah
Back in the summer of 69, uh-huh
It was the summer of 69, o yeah, me n my team for 69It was the summer, the summer, summer of 69
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