(No More) Seasons in the Sun
Goodbye to Lawrence, Steven J
We never doubted you could really play
Despite those reconstructed knees,
Boozy nightclubs and parties,
Delicate microsurgeries
Goodbye Stevie, catch your flight
Enjoy your football under Malcolm Blight
He’ll even play you on the pill
Or on the bench with A. Hamill
Just ignore that winter chill
You had joy; you had fun
You had seasons in the sun
But your breeding, it’s said,
Makes your blood black, white and red
Goodbye Brett Voss, It’s time to go
Escape the shadow of your famous bro
Get more game time in the ones
It really can’t be too much fun
Getting splinters in your bum
Goodbye V2, go catch your flight
Enjoy your footy under Malcolm Blight
Who after every second loss
Will claim he doesn’t give a toss
And label you “Pathetic Voss”
You had joy; you had fun
You had seasons in the sun
But you’ll make no complaints
Playing seniors with the Saints
Goodbye to you Jarrod Molloy
You’ve been a Lion since you were a boy
It breaks my heart to see you go
We’re gonna miss the D9 Show
Only Roy left’s Chris Johnno
Goodbye Molloy, go catch your flight
Still can’t imagine you in black and white
Learning Mick’s philosophies:
Confucius, Plato, Socrates,
Saving whales and hugging trees
You had joy; you had fun
You had seasons in the sun
But humidity and heat
Made you pine for Lulie Street
Your careers were such fun
Playing footy in the sun
Why’d you all want to flee?
Surely, it can’t be Lethal Leigh
Goodbye to Lawrence, Steven J
We never doubted you could really play
Despite those reconstructed knees,
Boozy nightclubs and parties,
Delicate microsurgeries
Goodbye Stevie, catch your flight
Enjoy your football under Malcolm Blight
He’ll even play you on the pill
Or on the bench with A. Hamill
Just ignore that winter chill
You had joy; you had fun
You had seasons in the sun
But your breeding, it’s said,
Makes your blood black, white and red
Goodbye Brett Voss, It’s time to go
Escape the shadow of your famous bro
Get more game time in the ones
It really can’t be too much fun
Getting splinters in your bum
Goodbye V2, go catch your flight
Enjoy your footy under Malcolm Blight
Who after every second loss
Will claim he doesn’t give a toss
And label you “Pathetic Voss”
You had joy; you had fun
You had seasons in the sun
But you’ll make no complaints
Playing seniors with the Saints
Goodbye to you Jarrod Molloy
You’ve been a Lion since you were a boy
It breaks my heart to see you go
We’re gonna miss the D9 Show
Only Roy left’s Chris Johnno
Goodbye Molloy, go catch your flight
Still can’t imagine you in black and white
Learning Mick’s philosophies:
Confucius, Plato, Socrates,
Saving whales and hugging trees
You had joy; you had fun
You had seasons in the sun
But humidity and heat
Made you pine for Lulie Street
Your careers were such fun
Playing footy in the sun
Why’d you all want to flee?
Surely, it can’t be Lethal Leigh
