Those bombers left their hearts to Hird, Dank and Robinson
And their soul was sold with Thymosin to the blackmarket man
They've had Vietnam pig brain
Runnin' deep through their veins
And it's only Hirdy who could understand
About the long forgotten back-room guarantees
How there'd be no ASADA issues from two-zero-one-three (2013)
How the players signed their consent form
They'd been wronged by Hirdy but that was still yet to dawn
They were fined, and he was off to the European land
And the fans were so alike from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they got back their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in James Hird's hands
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where Dank had once had been
But the BigFooty boards made them jumpy
Yet they never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for reassurance and Robbo's newsfeed
So they worked across Melbourne end to end
Tried to find comfort in each other, where #standbyhird could stand
Held a full-time job being ignorant
Taking notes when they could
But the media nearly drove them round the bend
And their minds have wondered about ASADA from year to year
And each one found Hird aimless, one more year the worse for wear
And they've seen a few get the sack
But the answer sure ain't there
Time to see what Bomber's doin', to check if he still wants to coach again
You know the last plane out of Essendon's almost gone
Only a few ****ing short hours, and the players will no longer belong
There ain't nothing like these stitches
From laughin' bout their dwindling riches
Cause they'll be looking for players all night long
Well the last player out of Essendon's almost gone
Yeah the last player out of Essendon's almost gone
It's really hasn't got me worried
Hirdy's goin' nowhere and he's in no hurry
And the last player out of Essendon's almost gone