[scarborough fair]
These words: greg champion

Matty Lloyd throws grass in the air
Buffalo cooch kikuyu and rye
Indoors, outdoors, same everywhere
But the Docklands winds, they never blow high

Matty Lloyd he sees the grass fall
Buffalo cooch kikuyu and rye
But does it have any meaning at all
Time to kiss that habit goodbye

Matty Lloyd he lines up his kick
Lemongrass, alfalfa and weeds
And it sails right through the two big white sticks
He sure can read that Telstra Dome breeze