Just
beyond the city wall, there’s a place I often call,
where
my troubles, aches and pains all fade away.
As I
don my flat brown shoes, I shrug away those midweek blues,
As I
step down on the green, green grass to play.
Barnwood, Barnwood, the best bowling club in town.
Two
woods, four woods, we’ll bring all comers down.
Bowl
‘em short, Bowl ‘em long,
We can
have a right ding-dong.
We can
build up a head,
Or
smash it to bits instead.
Barnwood, Barnwood, the best bowling club in town.
Go
tell your sister,
The best bowling club in town.
Author and
Singer
Dai Jones
