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!