Lyrics:
This summer I went swimming,
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around, I moved my arms around.

This summer I swam in the ocean,
And I swam in a swimming pool,
Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes,
I’m a self-destructive fool, a self-destructive fool.

This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir, to boot,
At the latter I was informal,
At the former I wore my suit, I wore my swimming suit.

This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that’s not all
I did the breast stroke and the butterfly
And the old Australian crawl, the old Australian crawl.
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This summer I did swan dives
And jackknifes for you all
And once when you weren’t looking
I did a cannonball, I did a cannonball.

Kannte ich glaube ich von SpongeBob, habe ich aber erst bei Dinner for Schmucks wiederentdeckt:

Danke an Philip für den Hinweis auf Reservoir Dogs:

Und hier die Stelle bei Dinner for Schmucks, die mich überhaupt wieder darauf aufmerksam machte:

Lyrics:
I watched the smoke, as it grew darker and blew up through the roof
I watched the fed, saw them panic, as the fire grew
I saw Virginia, get rid of Langley, and its secrets too
I held your hand, and sat there knowing, that we’d make it through

I saw this man disposed of hunger and soap operas too
I saw this field, that grew perfection, full of things you do
I saw this box, get rid of heartache and cure cancer too
When I awoke I sat there hoping, this is what we’ll do

If we can, we will leave a letter and this song for you
And we’ll write once a day and float it through the sea to you
We’ll regret all those things we thought of but didn’t ever do

If we can we will leave a letter and this song for you
And we’ll write once a day and float it through the sea to you
We’ll regret all those things we thought of but didn’t ever do
When the sky seems to clear who will then be left, but a few, me and you

Das Problem der Englischen Herren-Nationalmannschaft, halbwegs qualifizierte Torhüter zu finden, ist ja altbekannt, man denke nur an die Kollegen David Seamann und David “Calamity” James. Bei den Damen sieht das ganze anscheinend ähnlich aus, wahrscheinlich hat sich Frau Bardsley wie weiland David Seamann lieber gerade einen Dutt geknotet als sich auf den ankommenden Schuss vorzubereiten:

Und nein, ich schaue nach wie vor eigentlich keinen Frauenfußball, außer den zwanzig Minuten Deutschland-Kanada, die mich nur in meiner Meinung bestärkt haben, dass das selbst mit Sommermärchen nichts für mich ist.