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It's black and white
It's lose or win
It's Collingwood
And they've been thumped again
It's a sad, sad night down at Vicky park
I see the crowds roll out into the cold and dark
And every pub in Johnston Street is full up to the brim
The feet are stamped, the fists are clenched,
the faces oh so grim
And Dad comes home, he just won't talk
Hey Mum, what's wrong with him
Well you can call it Black
You can call it White
But there's a tough time in the old town tonight
My dad is dealin' out some fish and chips
Down beneath the flats us kids are eatin Fish and Chips
Dad's watchin telly, is he insane?
It's the football replay and he goes through it all again
Well you can call it Black
You can call it white
But there's a tough time in the old town tonight
Sunday Morning, so quiet it seems
Nobody heard our poor mother scream
Or saw the police sirens crawlin' through the night
Mum just cries and Dad says that it'll be all right
But the dogs run off, the chooks won't lay and the old black cat's gone lame
And when I open my big mouth, he says 'It's just a game'
Well you can call it Black
You can call it white
But there's a tough time in the old town tonight
There's some drinklin at the Birmingham tonight
Spome wankers at the Punters Club tonight
Some fun down at the Red Room tonight
Some loose one's at the Barleycorn tonight
Well it's Black and White
It's lose or win
It's Collingwood
And they've been thumped by the Roys again...
Micky Thomas is responsible for this...
It's lose or win
It's Collingwood
And they've been thumped again
It's a sad, sad night down at Vicky park
I see the crowds roll out into the cold and dark
And every pub in Johnston Street is full up to the brim
The feet are stamped, the fists are clenched,
the faces oh so grim
And Dad comes home, he just won't talk
Hey Mum, what's wrong with him
Well you can call it Black
You can call it White
But there's a tough time in the old town tonight
My dad is dealin' out some fish and chips
Down beneath the flats us kids are eatin Fish and Chips
Dad's watchin telly, is he insane?
It's the football replay and he goes through it all again
Well you can call it Black
You can call it white
But there's a tough time in the old town tonight
Sunday Morning, so quiet it seems
Nobody heard our poor mother scream
Or saw the police sirens crawlin' through the night
Mum just cries and Dad says that it'll be all right
But the dogs run off, the chooks won't lay and the old black cat's gone lame
And when I open my big mouth, he says 'It's just a game'
Well you can call it Black
You can call it white
But there's a tough time in the old town tonight
There's some drinklin at the Birmingham tonight
Spome wankers at the Punters Club tonight
Some fun down at the Red Room tonight
Some loose one's at the Barleycorn tonight
Well it's Black and White
It's lose or win
It's Collingwood
And they've been thumped by the Roys again...
Micky Thomas is responsible for this...

