Experts predicted a Brit and a Yank
Except that the Brit lost to a French tank

We were behind him, 'twas Tim all the way
Now I'll look elsewhere to brighten my day

Screams of the crowd and a cry for new balls
Shouts of indignance from the umpire's calls

This is the sport; hell yeah, this is the game
Big, green and wet in the Wimbledon name

Agassi's gone and it's bye-bye to Greg
And now that Tim's gone I'll break both his legs

Chip and a charge, the odd ace thrown in too
Points came from nowhere right out of the blue

This is the sport; hell yeah, this is the game
Sunday brings match points and newspaper fame

The tennis balls cruising over the net
Faster than lightning or ball boys, I'll bet

I'm kind of hoping that rain won't stop play
But knowing England, it'll piss down all day

This is the sport; hell yeah, this is the game
Big, green and wet in the Wimbledon name