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All I Ever Want to Do
05:38
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Long lines pour out the station
With flags and banners they wind their way between
Parked cars in loose formation
To the only place that I really ever want to be
Long strides, the wide-eyed child in me
Darts eagerly, draped in white and blue,
Light towers, high like heaven
Over where we’re heading, it’s all I ever want to do
And we’re late, and we’re cheap
So we’ll fight for a seat
With a terrible view
It’s all I ever want to do
Bright kids in bright fluorescents
Sell Football Records to old folks passing through
Who mark the score all season for no good reason
It’s all they ever want to do
These days things are changing
And women are playing, and fathers tell that to
Young girls with painted faces
Who could take their places if it’s what they ever want to do
And we’ll stay out here
With our mid-strength beer
‘Cause I’m not in a suit
And it’s all I ever want to do
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2. |
Richo
01:55
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Richo!
Richo!
Richo!
Richo!
La la la lah
Who’s that coming onto the wing? (Richo)
You know you gotta kick it to him (Richo)
If not you’re gonna cop a spray (Richo)
And he’ll probably get it anyway (La la la lah)
Who’s that one out in the square (Richo)
Big hands and beautiful hair (Richo)
You gotta drop it on his head (Richo)
He’s sitting at the Punt Road end
Richo!
Richo!
Richo!
Richo!
La la la lah
Who’s that talking on TV (Richo)
With Lingy and BT (Richo)
He’s charismatic as can be (Richo)
None of this “Oh boy! Wowee!” (La la la lah)
Who’s that coming crashing the pack (Richo)
He’s one out, just give him a crack (Richo)
Oh how’s that hands in the back? (Richo)
He’s a tiger, yellow and black!
Rain hail or shine, he’ll be there with a smile on his face and a glove on his left hand. You’re more than just a footballer Richo, you’re more than a commentator, you’re somewhat of a father-figure to me. A nice warm pat on the back from you would sort me for life I reckon. Good onya mate, you should’ve won that brownlow, you were robbed.
Richo!
Richo!
Richo!
Richo!
La la la lah
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3. |
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Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti!
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti playing footy
Making it to contests when you’re thinking that he couldn’t
Arms like Arnie and hair like the Predator
Just when you thought he couldn’t get any betterer
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti gets back
Fall of the ball, front of the pack
Hard-ball-gets and pressure acts
Hard-ball-gets and pressure acts!
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti playing footy
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti playing footy
Take your mum, take your kids, take your nan to the footy
‘Cause Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti’s playing footy
He’s comin to getcha!
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti!
One-percenters! (Won’t stop fighting)
Second efforts! (Strikes like lightning)
He’s a machine! (From the Tiwi Islands)
AMT! (As good as you’ll ever see)
He’s comin to getcha
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti!
He runs and he runs and he runs and he runs...
And he tackles and he runs…
There’s always so much pressure when he runs…
He’s always running! He’s always running!
He’s comin to getcha
He’s comin to getcha
You’re hearing footsteps!
You’re under pressure!
Ah kick the thing!
Anthony McDonald-Tipungwuti!
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4. |
Prior Opportunity
02:12
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5. |
Aaron Hamill-Nitrate
02:01
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6. |
Don't Argue
03:24
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