Sachin - David Rovics

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 Vålerenga 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 Vålerenga 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