The Odd Boy lay down by the football field Took out a slim volume of Mallarme The centre-forward called him an imbecile It's an Odd Boy who doesn't like sport Sport, sport, masculine sport Equips a young man for Society, Yes, sport turns out a jolly good sort It's an Odd Boy who doesn't like sport
By the haystacks hot with thighs Thru' the thickets thick with eyes Although we didn't mean to, we are on the road to Keynsham