Song lyrics that suit our current predicament

[What'sinaname]

Bucks to Eddie re: contract extension

You took the words right out of my mouth
It must have been when you were kissing me

[WarrenerraW]

Another one, this time to the tune of 'fortunate son' by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some coaches are born, made to wave the flag
Ooo, they're black, white and true
And when Nicksters type "Death to the Chief"
Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Bucks

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't Mick's favourite son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I wasn't Ed's chosen one, no

Some folks are born, football in hand
So good they could coach themselves, y'all
Then the president puts the succession plan in place
He puts the old coach out for sale, yeah

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Mick's favourite son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't Ed's chosen one, no

Yeah, yeah
Some coaches inherit a team that's been the greatest
Then they tear it apart, Lord
Then you ask 'em, "How much can you give?"
Ah, they know your gameplan is flawed, lord

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Mick's favourite son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Ed's chosen one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Nick's number one, one

[Bob Sugar]

I just lost my shit guys!!

[think positive]

[Bob Sugar]

[didick]

[WarrenerraW]

I heard it through the grapevine - Marvin Gaye

I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your succession plan to make me a blue
I could've coached this team some more
Between the two of us guys
You know I love them more
It took me by surprise I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would my boys be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind

Honey, honey yeah.
I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine baby

I know a man ain't supposed to cry
But these GF tears I can't hold inside
Losin' my boys would end my life you see
If I coach the blues then daisy comes with me
You could have told me yourself
That you found somebody else
Instead I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would my boys be mine
Oh, I heard it through the grapevine
And I'm just about to lose my mind

Honey, honey yeah
I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine, baby

People say you're less than half the coach of me
And your game plan is less than clear
But I can't help but be confused
If you leave, then you can find me here
Do you plan to ditch the zone
For the game plan we loved before?

Don't you know I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would my boys be mine, baby yeah
I heard it through the grapevine
Now Ed's just about to lose his mind
Honey, honey, yeah
I heard it through the grapevine,
Not much longer would you be mine, baby yeah

[didick]

I've extended on the Aerosmith classic above, to include all required verses, refrain etc.

I'd love to get this to Mick Molloy so he could stir Ed up on air. LOL

[simon tonna]

ed to pert.

can't find a better man. pearl jam

[Big T]

I'm on the drug, I'm on the drug, I'm on the drug that killed river phoenix

[WarrenerraW]

This is my version of Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie (aka song for the trolls)

Pressure pushing down on Buck's
Pressing down on Ed, we're bottom four
Under pressure that tears our structures down
Splits a club in two
Gives fans the shits

It's the terror of knowing
What our game plan is about
Watching some Nickster's
Screaming, "Get Bucks Out!"
Will losing get Bucks fired
Pressure on Ed - people on Nick's

Chip kicks around, back and forth
handballs to no one, opponents unaccounted for

Nickster's have the shits - people on Nick's

It's the terror of knowing
What our game plan is about
Watching some Nickster's
Screaming, "Get Bucks Out!"
Will losing get Bucks fired
Pressure on Ed - people on Nick's

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Left the game early in disgust
Keep logging onto Nick's for answers
But end up getting slashed and torn

Why, why, why?

Buuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkksssssss!

The trolls laugh under pressure when we're cracking
Can't we give Bucks one more chance?
Why can't we give Ed that one more chance?
Why can't we give Bucks, give Ed, give Bucks, give Ed, give Bucks, give Ed, give Bucks, give Ed?..

'Cause trolls on their keyboards
They all pose as Magpie lovers
Typing their vile and hate speech
Make us turn on one another

Caring about ourselves
This is Buck's last dance
This is Ed's last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

[WarrenerraW]

Now, back to my 2000 word assignment that's due on Sunday

[Culprit]

In this proud land we grew up strong
we were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

no fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
but no one wants you when you lose

don't give up
'cos you have friends
don't give up
you're not beaten yet
don't give up
I know you can make it good

though I saw it all around
never thought I could be affected
thought that we'd be the last to go
it is so strange the way things turn

[WarrenerraW]

Here is my version of Simon and Garfunkel's - The Sound of Silence which has been reworked to become 'The Dream of Finals'. Enjoy.


Hello keyboard, my old friend
I've come to type on you again
Cos visions of the game came creeping
Through my brain as I was leaving
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the dream of finals

On the G Bucks walks alone
Up the stairs to his box and phone
‘Neath the halo of big G lamps
I turn my vision to the empty stands
When my eyes were stabbed by another effen goal
To an opponent all alone
And f***ed our chance of finals

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, leave the exit door
People speaking and texting
Fans screaming and Nickster's typing
People punch the walls of the bathroom door
No one dare
Question the reign of Eddie

“Fools” said you cannot coach
Eddie's reign like a cancer grows
Hear the words that he spins you
While Mick smiles and says eff you”
But his words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the dreams of finals

And the people growled and stayed
Gave the finger to the neon god Ed made
Fans flashed out their warning
Through swear words and evil scorning
And their signs that said “Bucks can't coach"
Are written on the clubroom walls
And bathroom stalls
And whispered in the dream of finals”

[Yarra Falls End]

More about the last 2 weeks on Nicks rather than the pies


What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect
What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad
It's-a nice-a place
Ah
Shaddap-a you face!