Haven't heard a good carlton bashing for a while now so thought I'd post this.
twas the night before investigation
and all thru optus oval
every creature was stirring
especially those who were in trouble
their stories were practised by the polygraph with care
in hopes that the AFL would not soon be there
Jack Elliot was plastered all hung over in bed
while visions of killing Collins danced in his head
and houlihan lappin and fevola in the sack
had just settled down for a bloody long nightcap
when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
pagan nearly ***** himself when he saw what was the matter
when what to his bloodshot eyes should he see?
but the AFL complete with their attorneys!
With a grey haired old man ready to fight the wrong
i knew in a moment it must be wayne jackson
more rapid than eagles pagans courses they came
and he whistled and shouted and called his players by name
now whitnall now kouta now manton and lappin
come allan come hickmott come wiggins and ratten
So up to the fire the players they flew
to burn their new contracts and their new money too
and then in a twinkling i heard on the roof
Jack Elliot yelling 'quick burn all the proof!'
as they threw it in the fire and were turning around
eddie macguire came in with a leap and a bound
he looked at the flaming money and new he was in luck
you coud tell from pagan's face that he new he was #@*&ed
eddies eyes how they twinkled! his smile so merry
twas the first time he smiled since collingwood lost carey
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let pagan know he had a ***** load to dread;
when eddie sprang to his mercedes to give buckley a kiss
fevola and pagan agreed to spend the night on the ****
as eddie drove away i heard him exclaim "i can't beleive my luck"
Merry Christmas to all, the carlton Blues are #@*&ed!
twas the night before investigation
and all thru optus oval
every creature was stirring
especially those who were in trouble
their stories were practised by the polygraph with care
in hopes that the AFL would not soon be there
Jack Elliot was plastered all hung over in bed
while visions of killing Collins danced in his head
and houlihan lappin and fevola in the sack
had just settled down for a bloody long nightcap
when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
pagan nearly ***** himself when he saw what was the matter
when what to his bloodshot eyes should he see?
but the AFL complete with their attorneys!
With a grey haired old man ready to fight the wrong
i knew in a moment it must be wayne jackson
more rapid than eagles pagans courses they came
and he whistled and shouted and called his players by name
now whitnall now kouta now manton and lappin
come allan come hickmott come wiggins and ratten
So up to the fire the players they flew
to burn their new contracts and their new money too
and then in a twinkling i heard on the roof
Jack Elliot yelling 'quick burn all the proof!'
as they threw it in the fire and were turning around
eddie macguire came in with a leap and a bound
he looked at the flaming money and new he was in luck
you coud tell from pagan's face that he new he was #@*&ed
eddies eyes how they twinkled! his smile so merry
twas the first time he smiled since collingwood lost carey
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let pagan know he had a ***** load to dread;
when eddie sprang to his mercedes to give buckley a kiss
fevola and pagan agreed to spend the night on the ****
as eddie drove away i heard him exclaim "i can't beleive my luck"
Merry Christmas to all, the carlton Blues are #@*&ed!
