As our elite athletes continue to make complete dorks of themselves,
I felt it only right that they should have shit hung on them from a great height...

The chords in the 4 line verses are C F G

The long verse at the end rocks back and forth from
“I reckon I might be in strife” to the end.

(Slow)
I moved in with Wayne Carey
Me missus moved in too
Gary Ablett moved in next door
Now I think I’m in the poo

Me wife’s got a smile like a crocodile
A grin like a Cheshire cat
Sam Newman's rented the bungalow
Bill Clinton’s in the upstairs flat

(medium tempo)
She’s... en...couraging me to get out more
Have a few beers with me mates
She says she doesn’t mind if I come home blind
As long as I come home late

The other night when I got home
Michael Jackson was baby sitting
Wayne and me missus were kickin’ goals
Wayne didn’t look like quitting

Oh no, I just heard her moan
I think Shane Warne is on the phone
And I reckon I might be in strife
Cos Darren Millane’s come back to life
He’s over there talking to my wife
This must be about as bad as it gets
Cos Robbie Waterhouse is takin’ bets
John Hopuate just put his hand up
Peter Filandia’s goin’ nuts
I’m tellin’ you folks this aint no joke
Here come 6 Canterbury Bulldog blokes
I reckon she’ll wish she’d never been born
Cos there’s 2 more from The Melbourne Storm
There’s Stephen Milne and Lee Montagna
David Beckham is thinkin’ of shaggin’ her
Gavin Hopper might wop one up her
Pat Cash can’t remember fuckin’ her
She’d better be careful, I’m gonna deck her
If she gets in that cupboard with Boris Becker
Sven Goran-Ericson is a really hard name to rhyme with...

I moved in with Wayne Carey and me missus moved in too!