Ravi Shastri's new hit single: One Gets The Feeling (Satire)
So, it finally happened. Ravi Shastri AKA greatest person EVER teamed up with Fergie (no, not the Manchester United bloke) to come up with a brand new single, which is already making waves around the world!
Here’s a new song, just for you cricket lovers!
To be sung to the tune of The Black Eyed Peas’ I Got A Feeling
One gets the feeling
That tonight’s gonna see a good match
That Ponting’s gonna take a good catch
That tonight’s gonna see a good hard match
One gets the feeling
That tonight something has got to give
That tonight something has got to give
That tonight something has surely got to give
Rap 1:
The bowler’s in sight,
His tail is up.
For all my money,
He’ll pitch on the up.
Go out and smash it
Like oh my God
This will be crucial
Knicked and out.
At this stage
You know he’s firing on all cylinders
Make no mistake
He’s used the pace of the ball nicely
And this game is there
For the taking.
One gets the feeling (Into The Crowd)
That tonight cricket is the winner
That dropped catch is of a sinner.
That tonight cricket is the real winner
One gets the feeling (That this contest)
That this contest isn’t over
That this contest isn’t over
This contest could go down to the wi-re!
Rap 2:
It’s up in the air,
He don’t drop those,
As safe as a house,
Getting under the batsman’s nose.
The pressure is off,
They can afford to go slow,
But just a couple of wickets here,
And this game is touch and go.
Oh what do we have here,
A wicket, disturbed the furniture,
They’re back in this game,
Just what the doctor ordered.
I know none of you really care,
’bout who will lift the cup.
But you’re all waiting to hear me scream,
“Rapped on the pads, the finger goes up!”
One gets the feeling (Last ten overs)
That this is going to be crucial,
Just like the previous ten overs before that,
That the last ten overs are going to be cru-cial.
One gets the feeling (Gone like a rocket),
That tonight there are no half-measures,
That tonight there are no half-measures,
That tonight there are no silly half-measures.
From the hit album: Tracer Bullet