Khawaja

Khawaja loved the game of cricket since he was a boy
With his good friend Davey, it was their pride and joy
Khawaja-a-a!
He took the train down to the SCG
He said, 'Dave one day we'll play there on day, you and me'

He loved his bat and ball and gloves, he loved his batting pads
He played a million weekend games in front of mums and dads
Khawaja-a-a!
Cricket lit a fire deep in his soul
And every day he worked on his control

Usman Khawaja soon he showed his grace
He knew how to leave the ball and how to set the pace
He set himself to conquer speed and swing and spin and seam
Before too long he made the national team

Khawaja pretty soon found out that when you reach the top
It's only temporary, everybody wants your spot
Khawaja-a-a!
For reasons we don't always know
Selectors say yes sometimes then say no

And at the age of 35 when most thought he was through
He got some luck and got the call and to himself stayed true
Khawaja-a-a!
At the SCG he made a stunning ton
And then backed it up with an even better one

Usman Khawaja a man of good and grace
He knows when to take his time and when to up the pace
Many other batsmen love to land a blow
But Usman's all about the flow

Usman Khawaja the boy's still in your face
To many you bring joy and make the world a better place
Triumph and disaster you treat them equally
Uzzie, you'll go down in history
Khawaja-a-a!
Khawaja-a-a!
Khawaja-a-a!