It’s a sport that leaves me cold
All that hectic frantic brushing on the ice
Like something’s spilt that’s not nice
It’s like crown green bowling
On the snow
Why Olympic?
Don’t know.

It’s a sport that leaves me cold
All that hectic frantic brushing on the ice
Like something’s spilt that’s not nice
It’s like crown green bowling
On the snow
Why Olympic?
Don’t know.