My Cousin Has A Grey Cup Ring

Of all the things I never do

I'd have to pass them half to you

Oh I can play, and I can sing

But my cousin has a grey cup ring

And I've never even seen the thing

But I'm told it's as big as a tyre swing

And I've heard of all the prestige that it brings

My cousin has a grey cup ring

And at the family gatherings

He's grandma's favourite living thing

She tugs upon her apron string

My cousin has a grey cup ring

My cousin has a grey cup ring

And I know, I know

I'm a waste of sighs but I turned out alright

I know

That a country farm makes a throwing arm

And he can paint the barn

Reach the smoke alarm

He's got wit and charm

He's made, made

Of all the things I never see

I'd have to tell you honestly

That I've got a fairly good baseball swing

But my cousin has a grey cup ring

Of all the things I want in life

Well he's got a car, and a beer, and a wife

And he's not jealous of the way I sing

But I'm jealous of his grey cup ring

I'm jealous of the prestige that it brings