It’s all over the papers, it’s there on the news
Do we want to win, or do we play to lose
It’s the talk of the town, it’s on everone’s lips
Do we play for our pride, or for those draft picks
Divided we are, there’s a lot of aggression
To tank or not to tank, that is the question
Yes we’d all love to pick up an Ellis or Hurn
But tanking some say, makes our stomach’s churn
There’s Synbad and PJ they lead the attack
Cut out the bullshit, we know what we lack
It’s talent we need, a couple of stars
Or a flag won’t be ours, till man walks on Mars
In five years, they say, when these games are long gone
There’ll be another champion, singing our great club song
Yes that pick may be someone, who’ll make us all drool
Could be another Sticks or Bradley or Doull
So get off your high horse, don’t spin us that shit
We could land a Buckley or maybe Fitzpatrick
What we want is a flag, who cares about one loss
We need to get our hands on a Jonno or a SOS
But in the white corner, flying the flag
There’s Dannyboy and others, they’re getting quite mad
How dare you all say, we should tank a game
Go hang your heads, you should feel ashamed
You’ve lost all perspective, you’ve now lost the plot
They should take you out back, they should have you all shot
The pride of the club, is what’s at stake here
So put down those bongs, you’ve drunk too much beer
How dare you suggest, that we don’t play to win.
It’s disgusting, disloyal, it’s more than a sin
We can see our past heroes, Soapy Vallance, John James
They're shaking their heads, you’ve put them to shame
When you pull on that jumper, you stand ten foot tall
You go out to win, you attack every ball
It’s an honour, a privelage, you’re part of our history
You wear the navy blue, the mighty CFC
And so the arguments rage, they go on and on
The threads they keep coming, some posts are so long
The tankers want picks, the others want pride
To win or to lose, will we ever decide
Yet with all the debate, we must not forget
That we're on the same team, we sweat the same sweat
Cause we've one thing in common, of this there’s no doubt
It’s our love for the Blueboys, that’s what it’s about.
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