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I just couldn't let these songs go down with the sinking thread...
To the tune of C'mon Aussie
The flag was a long time commin'
We'll thank JF and his drummin'
And those who dared to "dream believe achieve"
They've beaten the West Coast you know
And proven they're the best you know
The greatest team that Sydney's ever seen
Hally's got a head like Mr Sheen
Crouchy wants Jim's record somethin' mean
Ryano's clearing pickets
No one taught Jude how to kick it
And Benny's passing nicley to the other team
Come on Swannies come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Night or day, they're out to make us proud
To keep our big flags wavin' in the crowd
If they kick behind the post
Then we'll clap the most
And keep on singin' ditties just as loud
Come on Swannies, come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Come on Swannies, come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Leo's running up and down and round
Goodesy's just wanderin' 'round the ground
Lewy's looking for his man
He wants Paul to hold his hand
And Buchy's thinking "what's that running sound?"
See 'em chippin' leather at the back
And the ruckman feeding the others with the tap
They're not winning games
But we know all their names
And still believe they might go back to back
Come on Swannie, come on, come on
Come on Swannie, come on
Noggy wishes he could play like cousin Gaz
Willo's planning his retirement back to Tas
Davo leads but no one sees
He's pleading on his knees
But the midfield keep on kickin' it to Baz
Micky's never injured, always hurt
Brett's still enjoyin' sayin' "Captain Kirk"
Schneider's hair is something shocking
Now this cheersquad's really rocking
Is that Doyley out there injured in the dirt?
Come on Swannies, come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Dempster's in the two's, he lost his pics of Roos
Come on Swannies, come on
The coach says we are working class
And some say our flag win was nothing but a farce
But it's the spirit of the Bloods
That scraps and fights and floods
We've won a flag so Melbourne kiss our arse!
Come on Swannies etc
To the tune of C'mon Aussie
The flag was a long time commin'
We'll thank JF and his drummin'
And those who dared to "dream believe achieve"
They've beaten the West Coast you know
And proven they're the best you know
The greatest team that Sydney's ever seen
Hally's got a head like Mr Sheen
Crouchy wants Jim's record somethin' mean
Ryano's clearing pickets
No one taught Jude how to kick it
And Benny's passing nicley to the other team
Come on Swannies come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Night or day, they're out to make us proud
To keep our big flags wavin' in the crowd
If they kick behind the post
Then we'll clap the most
And keep on singin' ditties just as loud
Come on Swannies, come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Come on Swannies, come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Leo's running up and down and round
Goodesy's just wanderin' 'round the ground
Lewy's looking for his man
He wants Paul to hold his hand
And Buchy's thinking "what's that running sound?"
See 'em chippin' leather at the back
And the ruckman feeding the others with the tap
They're not winning games
But we know all their names
And still believe they might go back to back
Come on Swannie, come on, come on
Come on Swannie, come on
Noggy wishes he could play like cousin Gaz
Willo's planning his retirement back to Tas
Davo leads but no one sees
He's pleading on his knees
But the midfield keep on kickin' it to Baz
Micky's never injured, always hurt
Brett's still enjoyin' sayin' "Captain Kirk"
Schneider's hair is something shocking
Now this cheersquad's really rocking
Is that Doyley out there injured in the dirt?
Come on Swannies, come on, come on
Come on Swannies, come on
Dempster's in the two's, he lost his pics of Roos
Come on Swannies, come on
The coach says we are working class
And some say our flag win was nothing but a farce
But it's the spirit of the Bloods
That scraps and fights and floods
We've won a flag so Melbourne kiss our arse!
Come on Swannies etc
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