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