Well, it's nearly upon us. At present I think this reads like a cross between an anthem-type song and a comedy song. Comments appreciated, if anyone wants to write a joint version happy to, could do with some better lines.
Tried polishing this particular turd with a slight rewrite.
THE WIMBLEDON SONG
To the tune of THE WOMBLING SONG from THE WOMBLES
(original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ2mJPSccvo)
It's that time, of the year, for strawberries and cream
We're going to Wimbledon with a new dream
That a Brit, finally, could actually win
Not get to the semis then lose like old Tim
There's a Bulgarian, who-is six-foot-three tall with a ranking of ninety-three
Still the press will pretend
He's got half a chance of beating our Andy Murray
The TV pundits don't seem to be arsed
To talk about anything but their own past
And how in the modern age they've changed the grass
To favour the foreigners as-it's not as fast
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Centre court's had a brand new roof put on
It's comfy and dry and it comes with air-con
Cliff Richard's not happy 'cause he likes a sing-song
I heard that he's flounced off to watch from Court one
It's so incredibly utterly middle-class
On-Murray Mound drinking Pimms
While Sue Barker presents
Giving the most (dull) uninsightful post-match interviews
Just shut up Sue!
It lasts for, just two weeks, in the whole year
But somehow the nutters they always appear
Wearing their silly wigs and bloody big hats
They sit gurning idly with their union Jacks
When it's all over and Murray's been beat
Instead of bemoaning a gallant defeat
Get down to the Ashes and bring lots of booze
To drown all your sorrows when they also lose.