From the English to the Lankans, ‘Come as you are’ (Humour)

David Lloyd, in the Independent, remarked thus: “England’s first series since the Ashes euphoria of four months ago may feel more like a ‘come as you are’ street party than a suited-and-booted city pageant.”

The comment was directed at the up-coming tour of England by Sri Lanka.

Bumble was, of course, referring to the current state of unrest in Sri Lankan cricket; a change of captain and vice-captain, the resignation of the selection committee, the retirement of Lasith Malinga from Test cricket and the lure of the IPL putting paid to plans of a training camp before the team embarked on the series.

The English team would be well-advised to welcome the tourists with this Nirvana song, penned by Kurt Cobain.

Here are the modified lyrics (very little to be altered, for  sure.)

Come As You Are

Come as you are, as you were, as we want you to be.
As friends, as friends, as a fresh Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don’t be late.
Take a rest, as friends, as an old memory.
Memory ah, Memory ah, Memory ah.
Come doused in IPL Mud, soaked in  English Bleach, as we want you to be.
As a trend, as friends, as an old Memory ahhh.
Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh.
Chorus:
And we swear that we don’t have guns
No, We don’t have guns
No, We don’t have guns

–Instrumental–
Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh. (We don’t have guns .)
Chorus:

And we swear that we don’t have guns
No, We don’t have guns
No, We don’t have guns

No, We don’t have guns
No, We don’t have guns

(Memory ahh, Memory ahh)

The English cricketers have promised: “We will rock you.”

Quote of the day:
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. – Douglas Adams