| Why do I bother I don’t know
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| I’ll turn off my radio
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| Day after day
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| The airways are awash
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| With songs of ones in love
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| And those who are out of
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| There’s just not enough songs about squash
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| Maybe to you it’s just a game
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| Somewhere you heard the name
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| Not for the claustrophobic
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| A pastime for the posh
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| Without sounding too peculiar
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| If it’s a cardiovascular
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| You’re after then you can’t go past squash
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| Netball, t-ball, orienteering
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| Are all worth a second hearing
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| Football, handball, four-in-a-square
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| Are all good but they just don’t compare
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| I hope I’m speaking clearly
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| Because there’s no not nearly
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| Enough songs about squash
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| Oh no it’s raining
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| We’ll have to cancel tennis training
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| But look here, never fear
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| Throw down that mackintosh
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| I know a game under a roof
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| It’s just four walls and the truth
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| It’s fun, rain, hail or sun
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| It’s squash
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| Red dot, green dot, yellow dot ball
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| Try and bounce it off the wall
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| Headband, wristband, fuzzy handled racket
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| Can’t some DJ play a squash song in their bracket?
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| Though I’m not trying to fool ya
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| It’ll either kill or cure ya
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| It’s squash
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| You see there’s not enough songs
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| There’s not enough songs
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| There’s not enough songs about squash
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| There’s not enough songs
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| There’s not enough songs
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| There’s not enough songs about squash |