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The dGisc brakes drD/Fag,the chequered flag
C swBbeeps Amacross the oiEml-slick track.
G The young man's hoD/Fme; dry as a bone.
C His hBbelmet ofAmf, he waves:Em the crowd waves back.
A7One lap victory roll. DGladiBmator souF#ml.
The taker of the dB7ay in winning hCas to say,
GIsn't it graBmnd to be Cplaying to the A7stand,
dead or aDlive.
GIsn't it graBmnd to be Cplaying to the A7stand,
dead or aDlive.
rest the same
The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks,
touches the old man where he sleeps.
The nurse brings up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the morning paper mystery.
The hard road's end, the white god's-send
is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
The still-born child can't feel the rain
as the chequered flag falls once again.
The deaf composer completes his final score.
He'll never hear the sweet encore.
The chequered flag, the bull's red rag,
the lemming-hearted hordes
running ever faster to the shore singing,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
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