So amongst all the barrage and bedlam of the off season and impending trade period, thought I'd put up something a little more light-hearted (and self-deprecating to Geelong).
Heard bye bye bye, by N'Sync on the radio the other day and thought to myself, hey, that seems an appropriate parody song for Geelong.
I think fans and opposition alike can appreciate this
Look forward to the banter to come! (Best listening to the song while reading)
Bye bye bye (bye bye)
(bye bye)
The bye bye
Oh oh oh…
We’re losin’ this tonight,
All bark, but we’ve got no bite,
I know we’ve got no fight,
But Scotty come on?
I’m troubled endlessly,
By our lack of tenacity,
So, now it’s quarter time,
And we’ve not kicked a goal,
I know that I can’t take no more, it ain’t no lie
Just learn to kick a goddamn score
After the bye bye bye,
Why why?
Don’t want to be cruel to you,
But we’re not the only team with a game in lieu,
Did you skip training?
Oh I curse thee why?
That damn bye bye bye
(bye bye)
It really seems to make it tough,
Putting in place, ways to get them up,
It just gets draining,
When you just don't try,
After that bye bye bye,
Coach, stop acting all aloof,
When they start firing at you the truth,
Lay a freakin’ shepherd or tackle come on,
This was meant to be the trinity,
A sign of our divinity,
But what good is that three, with no ruck to tap down?
We’re slow and we can’t play four terms, it ain’t no lie,
When we have to play a decent team,
Post, the bye bye bye
Lies lies
Do I look like a fool to you?
Play a pressure team and you know we’re screwed,
I’ve drank the kool-aid,
But I won’t buy your lines,
Another time time time,
Bye bye
Many times you’ve called their bluff,
Training camps and scolding, it won’t do enough,
You may think that we’re all fooled,
People think we’ve died,
After the bye bye byes
I’ve given up, being finals 3 and 9,
Give me 17 game seasons, scrap the other five,
(sigh sigh)
Checked out and you make me scoff,
Only time we try, is if we’ve already lost,
I don’t know if you’ve got the tools,
To motivate these fools,
So I’m gonna draw a line,
cry cry cry
I know that I’ve had enough,
Of your home streak bluff,
(we just ain’t no top 4 side)
LAZYYY!
Not gonna give a cent to you,
pull your finger out for a game or two
(call it gold but you sell us stool)
God where’s your pride,
After the bye bye bye
Why why?
I know that you couldn't give a stuff,
But at what point will it be enough?
It's just distasteful
Knowing that we won't change,
Post the bye bye bye
Sigh sigh
There's no real point in acting tough,
When you dish out a performance that makes us laugh,
It’s just painful,
Watching this club play,
Post the bye bye bye
(cry cry.)
Heard bye bye bye, by N'Sync on the radio the other day and thought to myself, hey, that seems an appropriate parody song for Geelong.
I think fans and opposition alike can appreciate this
Look forward to the banter to come! (Best listening to the song while reading)Bye bye bye (bye bye)
(bye bye)
The bye bye
Oh oh oh…
We’re losin’ this tonight,
All bark, but we’ve got no bite,
I know we’ve got no fight,
But Scotty come on?
I’m troubled endlessly,
By our lack of tenacity,
So, now it’s quarter time,
And we’ve not kicked a goal,
I know that I can’t take no more, it ain’t no lie
Just learn to kick a goddamn score
After the bye bye bye,
Why why?
Don’t want to be cruel to you,
But we’re not the only team with a game in lieu,
Did you skip training?
Oh I curse thee why?
That damn bye bye bye
(bye bye)
It really seems to make it tough,
Putting in place, ways to get them up,
It just gets draining,
When you just don't try,
After that bye bye bye,
Coach, stop acting all aloof,
When they start firing at you the truth,
Lay a freakin’ shepherd or tackle come on,
This was meant to be the trinity,
A sign of our divinity,
But what good is that three, with no ruck to tap down?
We’re slow and we can’t play four terms, it ain’t no lie,
When we have to play a decent team,
Post, the bye bye bye
Lies lies
Do I look like a fool to you?
Play a pressure team and you know we’re screwed,
I’ve drank the kool-aid,
But I won’t buy your lines,
Another time time time,
Bye bye
Many times you’ve called their bluff,
Training camps and scolding, it won’t do enough,
You may think that we’re all fooled,
People think we’ve died,
After the bye bye byes
I’ve given up, being finals 3 and 9,
Give me 17 game seasons, scrap the other five,
(sigh sigh)
Checked out and you make me scoff,
Only time we try, is if we’ve already lost,
I don’t know if you’ve got the tools,
To motivate these fools,
So I’m gonna draw a line,
cry cry cry
I know that I’ve had enough,
Of your home streak bluff,
(we just ain’t no top 4 side)
LAZYYY!
Not gonna give a cent to you,
pull your finger out for a game or two
(call it gold but you sell us stool)
God where’s your pride,
After the bye bye bye
Why why?
I know that you couldn't give a stuff,
But at what point will it be enough?
It's just distasteful
Knowing that we won't change,
Post the bye bye bye
Sigh sigh
There's no real point in acting tough,
When you dish out a performance that makes us laugh,
It’s just painful,
Watching this club play,
Post the bye bye bye
(cry cry.)
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