On The Warrnambool Train

The old bloke half drunk on the Warrnambool train obviously barracks for Geelong For he wore their club colors and he sung their club song Though the previous evening they lost to Sydney at Sydney that did not seem to bother him at all To him his favorite team are the kings of football He sung the club song between puffs on a smoke A young woman seated beside me said the silly old bloke For one of his years he's not a rock of sense But credit him when it comes to his feelings he does not sit on the fence Football barrackers to me may seem addictive but to give them their due To the colors of their club they remain ever true Though the A F L footballers of Sydney Geelong did outscore He sang the club anthem some younger passengers asked for an encore The applause echoed for him in the carriage for to sing it again The happy old character on the Warrnambool train.