David Rovics Sachin Lyrics David Rovics lyrics

Norway is known for many things One of them most surely is not Cricket
When Norway plays international matches
They often end up in a sticky wicket
But VÃ¥lerenga was once one of Norway's best teams
Until it became one of the worst
Eighteen games played, sixteen lost It seemed that the team was cursed
But the men of VÃ¥lerenga have come up with a plan
And now the course is clear
Our hope lies now in convincing Sachin That he should fly up here

We need a blessing from the God of Cricket
To lift us out of this ditch
We need a blast from the Master Blaster
Then we'll surely have the run of the pitch

Cricket is a sport loved by many But not many in Norway
So Sachin if you come up to visit

You can walk around in the middle of the day
No one will recognize you You don't have to be a superstar
As long as you avoid South Asian restaurants
And British or Australian bars
We'll drive you around the mountains You can ski here if you please
But won't you come up to Norway, Sachin
Land of the brown smoked cheese

Sachin, you've had times of hardship But mostly you've had success
Maybe we could do that, too At least that is our best guess
If you know how much we love you, Sachin Might that bring you north?
Just what might be required To cause you to sally forth
And board a plane for Oslo Where you are needed most
In the land of the midnight sun Here by the North Sea coast