" It's two o'clock on a Saturday,
The Hawthorn crowd shuffles in.
There's a young man sitting next to me,
With a beer and bloody big grin.
He says, "Man have I got a memory,
For the cats it wasn't so great.
It was mad and was sweet, an Hurculean feat,
When we welcomed the cup in 0 - Eight!"
La la la, di di da,
La la di di da da dum.
Sing us a song, you're a Hawthorn fan,
Sing us a song with might.
Well we're all in the mood for a premiership,
And we've got a feeling we might.
Now Breust on the bench is a star for mine,
He kicks me a goal, maybe three.
He's quick with his toes, but his footy brain knows,
There's some place that he'd rather be.
He says " Baz, I believe this is killing me",
As the masseuse gives him a rub.
" Well I'm sure I could be a footy star,
If Clarko removed me from sub".
Oh, la la la, di di da
La la, di di da, da dum.
Now Bailey's a dream for a novelist,
He never once thought to quit.
And he's tapping to Sewell, who's nobody's fool,
And Cyril is doing his bit.
And Buddy is sick of the politics,
As he gets two weeks for a push.
And Jordan is showing Lewisness,
With a Bulldog smack to his moosh.
Sing us a song, you're a Hawthorn fan,
Sing us a song with might.
Well we're all in the mood for a premiership,
And we've got a feeling we might.
I'ts a pretty good crowd for a Saturday,
As Hodgey gives us a smile.
'Cause he knows that it's he, we've been coming to see,
To forget about our lives for a while.
And the siren sounds like a carnival,
As the Hawk fans erupt in a cheer.
And we sit in the stands,
And get sores on our hands,
And say "Hawk's, you are why we are here!"
Oh, la la la di di da,
La la, di di da, da dum.
Sing us a song, you're a Hawthorn fan,
Sing us a song with might.
Well we're all in the mood for a premiership,
And we've got a feeling we might!"
by Barry Dourlay on hfc fb page
A tribute to the Mighty Hawks.... From Billy Joel: piano man
The Hawthorn crowd shuffles in.
There's a young man sitting next to me,
With a beer and bloody big grin.
He says, "Man have I got a memory,
For the cats it wasn't so great.
It was mad and was sweet, an Hurculean feat,
When we welcomed the cup in 0 - Eight!"
La la la, di di da,
La la di di da da dum.
Sing us a song, you're a Hawthorn fan,
Sing us a song with might.
Well we're all in the mood for a premiership,
And we've got a feeling we might.
Now Breust on the bench is a star for mine,
He kicks me a goal, maybe three.
He's quick with his toes, but his footy brain knows,
There's some place that he'd rather be.
He says " Baz, I believe this is killing me",
As the masseuse gives him a rub.
" Well I'm sure I could be a footy star,
If Clarko removed me from sub".
Oh, la la la, di di da
La la, di di da, da dum.
Now Bailey's a dream for a novelist,
He never once thought to quit.
And he's tapping to Sewell, who's nobody's fool,
And Cyril is doing his bit.
And Buddy is sick of the politics,
As he gets two weeks for a push.
And Jordan is showing Lewisness,
With a Bulldog smack to his moosh.
Sing us a song, you're a Hawthorn fan,
Sing us a song with might.
Well we're all in the mood for a premiership,
And we've got a feeling we might.
I'ts a pretty good crowd for a Saturday,
As Hodgey gives us a smile.
'Cause he knows that it's he, we've been coming to see,
To forget about our lives for a while.
And the siren sounds like a carnival,
As the Hawk fans erupt in a cheer.
And we sit in the stands,
And get sores on our hands,
And say "Hawk's, you are why we are here!"
Oh, la la la di di da,
La la, di di da, da dum.
Sing us a song, you're a Hawthorn fan,
Sing us a song with might.
Well we're all in the mood for a premiership,
And we've got a feeling we might!"
by Barry Dourlay on hfc fb page
A tribute to the Mighty Hawks.... From Billy Joel: piano man
