Song lyrics that suit our current predicament

[CarringbushCigar]

I propose a videoke night, maybe combined with the Eagles match, to celebrate Buck's last game !

[didick]

[Bob Sugar]

Started this one, got stuck on the second line lol, anyone want to have a crack at it? I got drinking to do. Looks like the SS name has been added to the swear filter. (Added a few more lines)
"Copperhead road"

Well my name's Sand sac number 4
Became a sand sac when we couldn't kick a score
You hardly ever saw sand sacs around here
only came to town about twice a year
But now we're shit we've multiplied
Everybody knows we're on a downward slide
Now the succession plan wanted Eds buddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
Sounded good at the time but we've been rolled
Shits going south now and he needs to be told

Now Davoran caused the injuries the stupid old codge
Buckley bought him auction at the Lollipops Lodge
Soft tissue injuries affected half the side
But Bucks kept on working them until they were all fried
Well him and Ed shouted the media down
Said illicit drugs and partying was all they found
Slobbo went bin diving in the middle of the night
Heard Ed cryin', knew something wasn't right
He went on MMM with his weekly load
You could smell the bullshit burning he was in damage mode

i will lose my shit if we lose on Anzac Day
Buckley will be lucky if he sees out the day
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road

[stui magpie]

Copper Head Road, Holden Centre, Victoria Park, all 4 syllables. Something to work with.

btw I love that song.

[think positive]

Me too, trying to remember where I heard it?

[What'sinaname]

[WarrenerraW]

Here's some Bob Marley for y'all. Jammin' aka Tankin'

Ooh, yeah! All right!
We're tankin':
Tankin like the filthy blues.
We're 'tankin',tankin',
And I hope you like tankin', too.

Ain't no clue, ain't no doubt, what de game plan about?:
Bucks won't see it through,
'Cos every game we pay the price without no player sacrifice,
Tankin' like the filthy blues.

We're tankin' -
To think that tankin' was a thing of the past;
We're tankin',
draft picks comin' out of our arse

No one can stop us now,
Bucks can't be bought nor sold.
We all defend the right; Nick's - Nick's people must unite:
Players won't do what they're told.

We're tankin' (tankin', tankin', tankin')
And we're tankin' in the name of the Bucks;
We're tankin' (tankin', tankin', tankin'),
We're tankin' right straight from Yah.

Yeh! Holy Ed Mcguire;
Holy Ed Mcguire:
Bucks sitteth on Ed Mcguire
And rules all creation.

Yeah, we're - we're tankin' (wotcha-wa),
Wotcha-wa-wa-wa, we're tankin' (wotcha-wa),
I pick you wid a number 2
We're tankin' (tankin', tankin', tankin')
I'm tankin: I hope you're tankin', too.

Picks we cannot hide
To keep the players satisfied.
True love don't exist when Nickster's got the shits,
So tank side by side.

We're tankin' (tankin', tankin', tankin'), yeah-eah-eah!
An' select you wid our number 2.
We're tankin', we're tankin', we're tankin', we're tankin',
We're tankin', we're tankin', we're tankin', we're tankin';
Hope you like tankin', too.
We're tankin', we're tankin' (tankin'),
We're tankin', we're tankin' (tankin').
I wanna (I wanna tank it wid you) - I wanna -
I wanna tank wid you now.
tankin', tankin' (hope you like tankin' too).
Eh-eh! I hope you like tankin', I hope you like tankin',
'Cause (I make a trade for you). I wanna ... wid you.

[didick]

Some Eagles.

Eddie's driving down Punt Road
Probably blowing his load
Bucks' contract extension on his mind
Four for Nathan Buckley
Two for Robert Harvey
"Just because they are friends of mine"

We're too easy, make it easy
Don't let those easy coast to coast goals
drive you crazy
Hit the road Bucks while you still can
We won't even try to understand
Or make sense of your game plan
It's just too easy

Well, he's standing on a corner
Down the road in North Altona
and such a strange sight to see
It's Scott Burns, my Lord, in a flatbed ford
Crushing along with old Shane O'Bree
Come on, Eddie, don't say maybe
I gotta know if you've got a coaching job and are
gonna pay me

We wont bruise, can't kick it in
We may never win a game again
so give up, the "perceptive fellow" win
It's just too easy

[What'sinaname]

[What'sinaname]

Let it go


The black and white are getting beaten tonight
Not a gameplan to be seen
Bucks sits in isolation,
As we lose our last thirteen

"perceptive fellow" are howling for a new coach to be tried
Eddie stubbornly digs in, Bucks can't be fired

We just can't win, the "perceptive fellow" plea
Make the change and the media agree
Bucks has to leave, just let him go
He has to go!!

Let him go, let him go
Can't coach this team anymore
Let him go, let him go
Turn him away and slam the door!

I don't care
What we have to pay
Bring in Stuart Dew
He can teach our boys how to play

It's funny how persistence
Has put our season in mothballs
Once finals aspirations
Are as likely as fukk-all

It's time to see what Ed can do
To make the changes he has to
It up to him, we all agree, we plea!!!

Let him go, let him go
The lack of gameplan makes me sigh
Let him go, let him go
Watching Collingwood makes me cry

In this stand
The cheersquad say
Let a change be on!

Perty power walks from Westpac to the ground
He's considering the impact of a smaller crowd
And Eddie ponders if Bucks really was miscast
He can't go back to Mick
He fukked him up the ass

Let him go, let him go
And we'll rise with speed and brawn
Let him go, let him go
That useless spud is gone!

Here Dew stands
During the night and day
One more year for Swan,
We'll enjoy ourselves on match day!

[stui magpie]

[WarrenerraW]

[WarrenerraW]

[rambopriscilla]

Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering

[didick]

Last one for me tonight.

Procul Harum

We couldn't find Fasolo
Our intensity was poor
Travis couldn't find the big sticks
Could only make a minor score
The Saints were playing harder
As they blew our boys away
When we badly needed effort
They didn't turn up to play

[Chorus]
And at the presser later
As the coach told his sorry tale
Ed's face usually quite roasty
Turned a whiter shade of pale

Bucks said there is no reason
But the truth is plain to me
Cos when I flicked through my trading cards
My eyes they could not see
Our rat packs vestal virgins
He pushed them out the door
BJ, Dids and Heater
Would play for us no more

[Chorus]
And at the presser later
As the coach told his sorry tale
Ed's face usually quite roasty
Turned a whiter shade of pale