matt.morris
21-08-2006, 01:53 PM
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Remember that day we beat Sydney 5-0? :D
I had my first two beers around nine A.M.
Went to the servo for some cigarettes, and waited for a tram.
Remembered seeing Aus play Turkey
Passin’ the west end of the City,
Thinkin’ Olympic Park shits on the Docklands.
Its hosted internationals, derbies, friendlies.
Like the World Youth semi final in 1993.
Today we played the team from the Harbour.
The first goal came from Kitzbichler.
He was primed: Olympic Park was his home land.
It was like so many more from that time on.
The Sydney Defenders wandered, while Victory filled their goal.
Bolton’s legs were often open
and his eyes were always closed.
And Littbarski showed the world he has no brains.
And the Referees wore yellow, just like trucking safety shirts.
And Dwight Yorke couldn’t get the ball past Sir Geoffrey or Mark Byrnes.
Sydney are a waste of money.
Think they’re the glamour team.
From the city of cheap speed and bad cocaine.
Kitzbichler worked the ball from end to end.
Muscat slotted home a penalty in the fifty third minute
Kitzbichler crossed to Thompson
And with the ball stuck to his foot
He passed four defenders to score for us again.
Ufuk Talay got a red as we all jeered.
And each goal found me legless, one more beer the worse for wear.
The fourth goal came from Thompson,
And then soon Victory had five
When Muscat scored from the penalty spot again.
Instrumental: commentary and crowd noise
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil.
And only seven games prior, we couldn’t make the kill
There ain’t nothing like the victory
We scored ‘gainst Sydney FC
I’m gonna’ tell the Cove about that all night long.
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil
Sixteenth of October
Olympic Park Melbourne
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil
Remember that day we beat Sydney 5-0? :D
I had my first two beers around nine A.M.
Went to the servo for some cigarettes, and waited for a tram.
Remembered seeing Aus play Turkey
Passin’ the west end of the City,
Thinkin’ Olympic Park shits on the Docklands.
Its hosted internationals, derbies, friendlies.
Like the World Youth semi final in 1993.
Today we played the team from the Harbour.
The first goal came from Kitzbichler.
He was primed: Olympic Park was his home land.
It was like so many more from that time on.
The Sydney Defenders wandered, while Victory filled their goal.
Bolton’s legs were often open
and his eyes were always closed.
And Littbarski showed the world he has no brains.
And the Referees wore yellow, just like trucking safety shirts.
And Dwight Yorke couldn’t get the ball past Sir Geoffrey or Mark Byrnes.
Sydney are a waste of money.
Think they’re the glamour team.
From the city of cheap speed and bad cocaine.
Kitzbichler worked the ball from end to end.
Muscat slotted home a penalty in the fifty third minute
Kitzbichler crossed to Thompson
And with the ball stuck to his foot
He passed four defenders to score for us again.
Ufuk Talay got a red as we all jeered.
And each goal found me legless, one more beer the worse for wear.
The fourth goal came from Thompson,
And then soon Victory had five
When Muscat scored from the penalty spot again.
Instrumental: commentary and crowd noise
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil.
And only seven games prior, we couldn’t make the kill
There ain’t nothing like the victory
We scored ‘gainst Sydney FC
I’m gonna’ tell the Cove about that all night long.
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil
Sixteenth of October
Olympic Park Melbourne
Remember that day we beat Sydney five nil