Chumbawamba - 81. Desmond lyrics

British champion for fifty years Easily beats all his challengers Bored of always being the best He'd rather be like all the rest Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes Missing the table and losing matches Now with pressure from above He was forced to carry on "You're the best, don't you want to win?" To which he replied with a cheeky grin "I'm bored of always being the best I'd rather be like all the rest!" Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun He loses a game now and then He enjoys it, though, playing for pleasure Without the competition, without the pressure Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes Missing the table and losing matches