My Oh My (Snooker Player's Version)

I believe in potting, my oh my
I believe in potting, my oh my
I do want to pot each ball, if it's possible at all
I believe in potting, my oh my                                            
      
We all need a queue to play with, my oh my  
We all need a queue to play with, my oh my
With a tip that feels so nice, even if this has a price
We all need a queue to play with, my oh my

We need centuries real often, my oh my
Total clearances more often, my oh my
If a split has gone all wrong, find a way of playing on
We need chances coming often, my oh my

We all want to climb the rankings, my oh my
Easy pots and no real tough things, my oh my
Yeah a fluke is good as gold, and a free ball when it's called
And the finals that one wins, yeah, my oh my
                      
So let's choose the proper colour to be called
And make sure of hitting then the next red ball
When the frame ball disappears, while the chalk is leaving smears
What is left is shaking hands and feeling tall