Wimbledon - Robin Ward

Wimbledon Lyrics

WIMBLEDON
Robin Ward
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of
The summer sun
I woke up today
And the sun was out
I popped round to my mate’s
To give him a shout
He was ready on his doorstep
Rather keen
We headed off
To South West Nineteen

We got to the park
Where we joined the queue
And were met with a
‘Morning, how are you?’
A great many people
Looking relaxed
With their backpacks, snacks,
and precautionary macs
The queue starts to move
When they open the gates and
There’s an air of delight and
And anticipation
We can’t wait
For the start of play
Oh it’s a privilege
To be here today
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of the summer sun
Where every point one scores
Is punctuated by a pocket
Of polite applause
Whether you’re on Centre Court
Or you just popped down
As an afterthought
The sights around
The quintessential grounds
Will keep us hanging around
Until sundown
We’ve had a good look
At the order of play
And have decided
Who we’re gonna see today
But before we wander off
To Court 15
We’re gonna nibble through a punnet
Of Strawberries and cream
The BBGs
Are busy whizzing about
Before a shot flashes past
And there’s a shout of ‘OUT’
You cannot be serious
The ball was on the line
The chalk flew up
The shot was clearly fine
Triumph and disaster
Are a part of the game
And if you meet them you must treat the two
Just the same
We head to the hill
To share a jug of Pimms
Living every last point
Until the light dims
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of the summer sun
Where every point one scores
Is punctuated by a pocket
Of polite applause
Whether you’re on Centre Court
Or you just popped down
As an afterthought
The sights around
The quintessential grounds
Will keep us hanging around
Until sundown
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of
The summer sun
‘Ladies and Gentlemen
Play is suspended’
Ladies and Gents
Play is suspended
The covers are on
In a time quite splendid
The roof will take a while
So we’ve a chance to view
The Jimmy – Mac final replay
From ‘82
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of the summer sun
Where every point one scores
Is punctuated by a pocket
Of polite applause
Whether you’re on Centre Court
Or you just popped down
As an afterthought
The sights around
The quintessential grounds
Will keep us hanging around
Until sundown
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of the summer sun
Where every point one scores
Is punctuated by a pocket
Of polite applause
Whether you’re on Centre Court
Or you just popped down
As an afterthought
The sights around
The quintessential grounds
Will keep us hanging around
Until sundown
I like my tennis at Wimbledon
On a fresh cut lawn
With the kiss of
The summer sun
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Lyrics submitted by Robin Ward.