Looking for a win
The confidence of Doggies folk
Is at an all-time low
Just when will we next win a game
Is what we want to know
Most everyone is feeling pain
And brimming with frustration
The CEO, the coach and those
Up in administration
The bootstudders, the president
The cheersquad banner makers
The fans who listen in from home
(The wintertime leaf-rakers)
The fans out in the outer
Those watching on the telly
Pickers, Gia, Bob and even
Marcus Bontempelli
We all bleed red and white and blue
We all want the same thing:
"Sons of the West" from all our mouths
As we rejoice and sing
But we must never lose our faith
Despite our empty larder
We must all do what Macca says
And keep on working harder
Eventually the tide will turn
We'll kick a winning score
And revisit the glory days
Of 1954
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