Song lyrics that suit our current predicament

[Bob Sugar]

[piedys]

[Bob Sugar]

[piedys]

[Bob Sugar]

[didick]

[What'sinaname]

So many lols in this thread and better entertainment that's the shit being served up by the Pies.

[Bob Sugar]

Power of love.

The power of Bucks--is a curious thing

Makes the "perceptive fellow" weep and the "perceptive fellow" sing

Change a Magpie to a little white dove

More than a feelin, that's the power of Bucks




Stubborn as dog shit, can't pick a team

Always going on about the same old theme

Makes a good player bad because he thinks he's right

Power of Bucks that's got us into this plight


Chorus:
Don't need foot skills, don't need change
Don't need a functioning game plan to ride this train
He's strong but he's stubborn and he's cruel sometimes
and sacking him might just save this side

That's the power of Bucks
That's the power of Bucks


First time you see it might make you sad
Next time you feel it it might make you mad
But you'll be glad baby when you've found
That it's the "perceptive fellow" that make the world go round

Don't need foot skills, don't need change
Don't need a functioning game plan to ride this train
He's strong but he's stubborn and he's cruel sometimes
and sacking him might just save this side



They say extending his contract wasn't fair, yeah but Ed don't care

But he knows what to do
When it all turns to poo
And with a little help from the Sacks

Yeah that's the power of Bucks, can ya feel it?

[didick]

A bit of the late, great David Bowie's take on selections:

I still don't know what he was waiting for
His selections were making me wild, I’d go and bitch on Nicks
And every time I knew he’d stuffed it up, it seemed the team would just get beat
And I’d turn my anger to Bill Davoren, soft tissues are his curse
Now even the Saints seem so much better
And much too fast for us to test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Time to make a change)
Ch-ch-changes
Is he trying to pick a better team?
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Time to make a change)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna pick his favourite man
Bucks won’t change teams
Cause Jarryd’s on his mind

I cried when he dumped Heater and old Dids
Our soul has left the team, the ratpack is dead and gone
When the team sheet comes I can’t believe my eyes, one of the names is always the same
And the VFL performers that you spit on, as they try to make the seniors
Are invisible to your consternations, they're quite aware that your favourites will just go through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Time to sack the coach)
Ch-ch-changes
Jarry Blair won’t grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Time to sack the coach)
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Bucks won’t change teams
Cause Jarryd’s on his mind

Strange selections, flabbergasting me
Changes aren’t happening and we know we’re gonna lose

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Time to make a change)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you "perceptive fellow"
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Time to sack the coach)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now we’ll be wooden spooners
Bucks won’t change teams
Cause Jarryd’s on his mind
I said that Bucks won’t change teams
Cause Jarryd’s on his mind

[didick]

[piedys]

[Bob Sugar]

"Hotel California"

In a dark MCG hallway, stench of defeat in my hair,
Warm smell of Bucks bullshit, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
It was Stewart Dew and his ample frame
Asking if I was alright
There Ed stood in the doorway;
I heard the siren sound
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then he lit up a durrie, and he started to pray
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Basement of the ladder
Such a lonely place (Such a lonely place)
our coach is a disgrace
Plenty of room at the basement of the ladder
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find us here

Bucks mind is bitter and twisted, he got the Mercedes bends
He got a lot of assistant ex team mates, that he calls friends
How they butchered our game plan, absolutely inept,
won't be playing in September, not this year or next

So I called up the Captain,
"why are you in the backline"
He said, "We haven't had a decent defender here since - Leon wouldn't re-sign"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the basement of the ladder
Such a lonely place (Such a lonely place)
Our coach is a disgrace
They livin' it up in the basement of the ladder
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
Taking Cocaine and Ice
And he said "We are all just prisoners here, trapped in Buckleys vice"
And in the "perceptive fellow" chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, Swan was running off to score,
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the Lollipop man,
"We are programmed to be sheep.
You can sack Bucks any time you like,
But he can never leave!

[What'sinaname]

^ that's the winner BS

just magic.

[think positive]

Hehe, had to look twice! I thought you were calling yourself a winner!

Yes I agree, that's truly a masterpiece! And I sung along!

[didick]

Peter Gabriel - "Stuffed with Buckley" (Shock the Monkey)

Zoning out, when they run
Handballing under fire
Saint Kilda blew us out of the G
Now we’re on our knees
Fix all this, Eddie please
Buckley, Buckley, Buckley
Don't you know you're we’re stuffed with Buckley

Ed’s on Fox
Talking all crap
He can ape the ape
We know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can't take any more
Eddie, need ruck coaching by big Monkey
Monkey, Monkey, Monkey
Don't you know we’re stuffed with Buckley
F*cked with Buckley

Buckley, Robbos laughing
Buckley, Eddie’s squirming
Buckley, Don't like it but we’ll soon be tanking
Bucks! Bucks! Bucks! - Watch our Swanny get hurt, Buckley

Buckley, Stomachs churning
Buckley, Memberships burning
Buckley, Don't like it but I guess we’re tanking
Buckley! Buckley! Buckley! – Hackett and Gary Pert, Buckley

Buckley, Too much at stake
Buckley, we ain’t walking no cake
Buckley, and the team is breaking
Bucks! Bucks! Bucks! - Hackett and Gary Pert, Buckley

F*cked with Buckley, bloody Buckley
F*cked with Buckley, damn you Buckley
Shock this team into life!