"When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know whether he's gone,
If maybe you're catching a fleeting glimpse, of a twelfth man at silly mid-on.
And it could be Geoff, and it could be John,
With a new ball sting in his tail.
And it could be me, and it could be thee,
And it could be the sting in the ale.........a sting in the ale"