Father and Son

My old man used to take me to the footy, now it's me takes him
Been barracking for the Sainters, season on end, season cold and grim
Every season we'd pretend that we were the great pretenders
And watch in the rain {?} game of the real contenders

Oh hear the cry, ring out to the Moorabbin sky
Nothing can stop it
Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett (x2)

Those Collingwood bastards did us by a point the day my mother died
When I told Dad he shook his head and said, "Makes you want to cry"
Winmar, you're a football genius, and oh let me tell you son
Remember my old man, cos he wasn't referring to Mum

You've got my heart, when you've got the leather
For the gods' sake don't drop it, yeah
Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett (x2)

Oh Dad'll be gone in ten season's time, and you know they can
Build rockets that can think, have prime time TV napalm Vietnam
Just for my Dad, they could give us a flag, who says they oughtn't?
It's not a matter of life and death, it's more important

Here comes Nicky, Tony's broken free
Winmar to Lockett
Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett (x3)
Winmar to Lockett
Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett