HEY LOOK US OVER

Hey, look us over, the great red and whites. Second on the ladder and climbing for the heights.

Led by the 'Possum", eighteen as one. We'll never stop playing as a team until the pennant's won.

And we'll be aiming for the majors, not the behinds. We'll leave that to Walsh; he's got the biggest of its kind.

If you're looking around to find the budding premiers' team so far. Look us over here we are.

I'm Bobbie Little; I'm Ian Crewes, I got my seven, was lauded in the news.

I'm silent Bill, I'm Goldilock's Jim, Kings of the rucks and making sure your cups full to the brim.

And I am "Twinkle toes" Sexton, my gad I'm fast. Hurrah for my handball, I'm the horse and cart.

And right down to the sticks where Gordon Browne is waiting in fray "Out of bound Lad", so they say.

I'm "High Noon" Banjo, a tough nut to crack. My opposite number never has a chance to answer back.

And I'm back man Les Collis. I'm Vic Hathaway, long in the tooth but won't give the game away.

And if there's a word that rhyme with Bortolazzo, tell me pray, I'm a demon on my day.

I'm flankman Davies, I'm Donnie Best, Along with Chow Carroll, we're equal to the best.

I'm Siddie Robins, I'm full forward Mal, I'm keeping my mouth shut in case a pass comes from Pal.

So, you praise us and laud us, a pat on the back, it's hasn't done since fifty-two, but this year we'll all star.

Look us over here we are; Look us over here we are.