They're going back to
where they bin, hurrah, hurrah,
One by one they're
giving up,
Smashed around by our
team and Pup,
And they all went whining
home, via phone, credibility, blown
Boom, boom, boom …
One more out means
one more gone, hurrah, hurrah,
Some home truths
being told by Swann, hurrah, hurrah,
Monty’s back, he’s in
the team,
KP don’t like them
off the seam,
And they all got on to
Twitter, so bitter, their nerves, of a jitter
Boom, boom, boom …
Just what will we get
in Melbourne town, hurrah, hurrah,
One more test, one
more down, hurrah, hurrah,
Who’ll be next to
board the plane?
The passport clerk
has gone insane,
And he’s looking out
for who, will be next, to run out, of the tests,
Boom, boom, boom …
They lost the Urn,
got none from three, hurrah, hurrah,
We Aussies rub our
hands in glee, hurrah, hurrah,
Get on the plane,
back to the Dart,
Without the Ashes,
without much heart,
And in four more
years they’ll return, for the Urn, but they never, will learn
Boom, boom, boom
I think I’ve writ
enough this time, hurrah, hurrah,
I’m struggling to get
the words to rhyme, hurrah, hurrah,
One more sleep til
Santa comes,
And they’ll soon be
selling hot cross buns
So I’m off, there’s
no more, when you leave, shut the door
The end.
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