The year that was 2006
After Two Thousand & Four, when we finished last
We had to get off the floor, and forget the past
In 2005, we won in Bris Vagas
Thanks to Bottle, for the year that he gave us
Pre- season Two Thousand & six,
Moons said ` I just want to get kicks `
After two years wearing the crown
` With family & work, I'll have to step down `
The call went out, a new coach to be found
Gwynney rang up, Sniffin around
I want another Cup, I'll have a try
He brought Brutus and put on a black tie
Then the Ex Pres named Coad
Spied a runner along the road
Come to the Saints, we will treat you good
Have you got any mates? We're the best in the hood
His name was Sam, Last name Henty
He went with the plan, and brought players a plenty
Faz, Stirlo & Nicko signed up
Plus Ben & Josh now all grown up,
Corey & Dale came along for the ride
We're looking at a pretty good side
Then in strolled Pricey, I'm from the West
I'll play with Mooney and give you my best
Moons said Oh dear, and shook his head
Where were they last year, ` F. . . me dead `
Then there was Macka, the Hawks had a go
You'll play with Ben chick, our ruck, ya know
Macka said I'll look around, thanks, alright
I won't play with grubs but I like to fight
The old guard was there, don't forget
Ryno, Jenko, Leno, Doodle & Rocket
Landt, Damo, Robbo & CD
James & Nick Billing, champions to be
Birko, like back from the dead
Thommo, what's that f. .ken thing on ya head?
And the newbies, Jimmy & Rohan Frew
What a great mix, the old & the new
Just two games we did miss, and John Price the medal did win
On the night so full of piss, just said thanks and left with a grin
Leno kicked goals, and many a behind
Too many times the wind was unkind
To him, that's not a big hassle
As long as there is someone to rassle
All was well, players new & old
The finals will tell, would the Saints hold?
Only one flag we did take
Luck was not with us, couldn't get a break
In the end, what do we remember,
About that Grand Final in September?
Ya can't win `em all, so they say
But this was supposed to be OUR day
So we suck it in and strengthen our wits
And look to November, when Gwynney, gets over the shits.
Last Modified on 04/03/2011 11:59