kids in my street
loved the magpies
While I had a soft spot for the dons
And my dad played ruck rover for the locals
I can still hear my mum yell on tea time
We could scarcely see the
football in the dark
And I guess it's still the same south of
Wagga
But I never was much chop
with my left foot
And I wasn't that much
better with my right
And you're not worth a
pinch if you know what
If you can't kick with both feet
Whistling
Bison pasties kept us warm on
Saturday
The meat and sauce would
triple down our front
While we called the one
-eyed umpire a fool
We'd cheer them from
the boundary in the rain
The rivalry would go into the night
One town against the other, what a fight
But I never was much chop
with my left foot
And I wasn't that much
better with my right
And you're not worth a pinch
of you -know -what
What you can't kick with both
feet?
Well it took me eighteen
years to make the big time
In the local team out there in the sticks
And I proudly wore the
Guernsey number six
Well I guess I never had a better time
Time that seemed to come and go too soon
In the team that always won
the wooden spoon
When I make that big grand final in the sky
I hope I kick those goals
that went astray
Then maybe I'll put my boots away
But I never was much up with my left foot
And I wasn't that much
better with my right
And you're not worth a pinch of
if you know what,
if you can't kick with both feet.
I can still hear my mum yelling tea time.
We could scarcely see the
football in the dark.
And I guess it's still the same south of
Wagga.
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