I thought this was worth posting again for those who are new to the boards this year. Not sure who sent it to me or who to credit for it but I reckon it's pretty funny and worth repeating.
CARLTON
Sung to the tune of American Pie by Don Mclean
Long long time ago, I can still remember how Fraser Brown made Dean
Wallis cry And I knew if he had the chance, Steven O'Reilly could play
defence And maybe we'd avoid the spoon for a while.
But Demetriou makes me shiver
With every infringement he delivers
Bad news for the Blue set
Long service leave will get us yet
I can't remember if I cried, when Riccardi beat our withered side But
something touched me deep inside The day our dignity died
So bye bye picks one and two, bye
Can't have Goddard, can't have Salopek, no pick allowed high Those
losers at the Saints will again pick the draft dry Singing "this will
be the day that Jack dies" Singing "this will be the day that Jack
dies"
Do you remember 93
When Jack accused Kevin Sheedy
That the Dons had cheated bad
And the flag was won in 95
When Diesel skinned the Cats alive
Norm Smith and a lazy 5
Well I know we didn't cheat back then
'Coz our Captain was Sticks Kernahan.
He sang for me and youse
We are the Navy Blues
I was a lonely feral Italian drunk
Thought we never be short nine million bucks
But in the end we ran out of luck
The day our draft picks flied
The rest were singing
Bye Bye picks one and two bye
See ya Wells, see ya Goddard, poor old Barb has just cried Come on
down to the Saints, get onto the ride Coz the Blues have just blatantly
lied The Blues have just blatantly lied
Did you fiddle the books from above
Did you give Hamill a great big shove
Yes the bible* told us so.
Well, Kouta proved he's a great big Queen
And you can say much the same about Peter Dean
With a voice that came from It-al-y
And while old SOS was bending down
Darren Milburn knocked off his girly crown
Do you recall that lovely sound
The day, the Blues fans cried.
And we were laughing ?
Bye Bye to the Blues as a side
Time is fleeting
They're caught cheating
And Lance Whitnall is wide
And Tig-er fans wipe tears of joy from their eyes
Saying 'time to pay for all of those lies'
'Now lets see the same for the Pies.'
I met this bloke who loved the Blues
And I asked him for some footy news
But he just sobbed and turned away
So I went down to old Princes Park
To hang some shiit for a bit of a lark
But the fans there admitted Carlton cannot play
And on the street the Demons cheered
The Bombers laughed and the Hawkers leered
Happy words were spoken
Even Saints fans were all jokin'
And the two men that most make me sick
That mongrel Diesel and that *smile* Sticks
They stabbed poor Jack for an easy fix
The day their loyalty died.
So Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Big Jack got stabbed in the back by Sticks
'Cause liars are the Devil's only friends.
And as I watch him on the stage
Muttering somethin' 'bout SOS's wage
No Iti born in Rome
Could run that Telstra Dome
And as the cigarette smoke rose into the day
To hide all evidence of SOS's pay
I saw Satan's presidency blown away
The day Blues' draft picks dried
So why why, Craig and Steve, tell us why
Sold us out to the League, so your arses won't fry
You've screwed up the club, the cheque book has run dry
Mick Martyn is now all we can buy.....
CARLTON
Sung to the tune of American Pie by Don Mclean
Long long time ago, I can still remember how Fraser Brown made Dean
Wallis cry And I knew if he had the chance, Steven O'Reilly could play
defence And maybe we'd avoid the spoon for a while.
But Demetriou makes me shiver
With every infringement he delivers
Bad news for the Blue set
Long service leave will get us yet
I can't remember if I cried, when Riccardi beat our withered side But
something touched me deep inside The day our dignity died
So bye bye picks one and two, bye
Can't have Goddard, can't have Salopek, no pick allowed high Those
losers at the Saints will again pick the draft dry Singing "this will
be the day that Jack dies" Singing "this will be the day that Jack
dies"
Do you remember 93
When Jack accused Kevin Sheedy
That the Dons had cheated bad
And the flag was won in 95
When Diesel skinned the Cats alive
Norm Smith and a lazy 5
Well I know we didn't cheat back then
'Coz our Captain was Sticks Kernahan.
He sang for me and youse
We are the Navy Blues
I was a lonely feral Italian drunk
Thought we never be short nine million bucks
But in the end we ran out of luck
The day our draft picks flied
The rest were singing
Bye Bye picks one and two bye
See ya Wells, see ya Goddard, poor old Barb has just cried Come on
down to the Saints, get onto the ride Coz the Blues have just blatantly
lied The Blues have just blatantly lied
Did you fiddle the books from above
Did you give Hamill a great big shove
Yes the bible* told us so.
Well, Kouta proved he's a great big Queen
And you can say much the same about Peter Dean
With a voice that came from It-al-y
And while old SOS was bending down
Darren Milburn knocked off his girly crown
Do you recall that lovely sound
The day, the Blues fans cried.
And we were laughing ?
Bye Bye to the Blues as a side
Time is fleeting
They're caught cheating
And Lance Whitnall is wide
And Tig-er fans wipe tears of joy from their eyes
Saying 'time to pay for all of those lies'
'Now lets see the same for the Pies.'
I met this bloke who loved the Blues
And I asked him for some footy news
But he just sobbed and turned away
So I went down to old Princes Park
To hang some shiit for a bit of a lark
But the fans there admitted Carlton cannot play
And on the street the Demons cheered
The Bombers laughed and the Hawkers leered
Happy words were spoken
Even Saints fans were all jokin'
And the two men that most make me sick
That mongrel Diesel and that *smile* Sticks
They stabbed poor Jack for an easy fix
The day their loyalty died.
So Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Big Jack got stabbed in the back by Sticks
'Cause liars are the Devil's only friends.
And as I watch him on the stage
Muttering somethin' 'bout SOS's wage
No Iti born in Rome
Could run that Telstra Dome
And as the cigarette smoke rose into the day
To hide all evidence of SOS's pay
I saw Satan's presidency blown away
The day Blues' draft picks dried
So why why, Craig and Steve, tell us why
Sold us out to the League, so your arses won't fry
You've screwed up the club, the cheque book has run dry
Mick Martyn is now all we can buy.....