A lovely place that can't be found,
On any British map.
Yet one I used to see with Mum,
While sitting on her lap.
There'll be no more selling fork handles,
And no more "language" from Tim,
No more of those wonderful monologues,
For it's sadly goodnight from him.
I'm troubled by a past mistake,
A stupid thing I said,
The more I try to bury it,
The more it haunts my head.
The sensible thing to do is to learn from such mistakes and move on.
However, sometimes this is easier said than done!
Each time that Britain clashed against
The Continental powers,
We'd turn to him for guidance,
Throughout those dreadful hours.
And as our hopes were dashed again,
And annihilation came,
He'd remind us all, with jokes and quips,
IT'S ONLY A BLOODY GAME!
Sir Terry had a very long and distinguished career at the BBC and I will always remember him for his wonderfully irreverent take on the Eurovision Song Contest.