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When The Hurricane Blew..
This frustating game we have all wethered.
The Hurricane and Wirlwind well leathered.
There was Kirk with the Coke and big Bill with a joke.
In the days of loved snooker and smoke...
Taylors black will never look back and say
Thats drama, thats guts, thats that.
Ponder on the past, chalk your memories last
The Hunter so proud, golden trophy, big crowd
Williams, Hendry. Higgins, perhaps ring a Ding too
Is this the year I bid you adue?
Where Spencer, Edmonds, Davis and Reardon woke.
In my glory days of snooker and smoke.
"I love snooker" said the rocket,
As a million falls deep in his pocket.
But where is the love for the game,
When there is no fortune...no glory, nor fame....
The club now empty, my table now bare.
Once snooker a game, a life, my care.
Now in the distant night, hear the cry on cue..
For the days when the smoke and the Hurricane blew!
This frustating game we have all wethered.
The Hurricane and Wirlwind well leathered.
There was Kirk with the Coke and big Bill with a joke.
In the days of loved snooker and smoke...
Taylors black will never look back and say
Thats drama, thats guts, thats that.
Ponder on the past, chalk your memories last
The Hunter so proud, golden trophy, big crowd
Williams, Hendry. Higgins, perhaps ring a Ding too
Is this the year I bid you adue?
Where Spencer, Edmonds, Davis and Reardon woke.
In my glory days of snooker and smoke.
"I love snooker" said the rocket,
As a million falls deep in his pocket.
But where is the love for the game,
When there is no fortune...no glory, nor fame....
The club now empty, my table now bare.
Once snooker a game, a life, my care.
Now in the distant night, hear the cry on cue..
For the days when the smoke and the Hurricane blew!
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