Dusty and Swanny on the pingers
Bombers tonight will run out winners
Dusty is his name
High fend offs is his game
Tiger fans might think he’s Saint Dusty
But he’s got the looks and ethics of a clown called Crusty.
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes
On what wings dare he aspire
What the hand dare seize the fire
Snorting lines not breaking lines for Dusty thats the norm. Perhaps a bag of pingers that will play him into form.
Dusty ain’t stoppin
‘Til we’re karate choppin
Hey Dusty can you get kingy to get some pingaz?
Asking for a friend
Extendable arm
Won’t do no harm
Give it karate chop
Dusty we will stop
“Who the hell knows anymore?”
“Just break the ■■■■■ arm”
We only beat the finalists
Now Joe is on a stretcher
We still kick goals and our backline holds
Like we had Dusty Fletcher
Tigers are pretenders
What a bunch of drop kicks
But watch out for Dusty
And his lethal pair of chopsticks!!
Dusty Springfield sang great hits
but Dusty Springfield had no t#$@%
If Dusty Sprinfield sang great hits
Why did Dusty Springfield have no t#$% ?
Oh and, Go Bombers
We’ll travel the road, of potholes and ruts,
Of clangers, shirtfronts, of mongrel flat punts.
Don’t argues, ‘n spoils, of maggots unjustly,
Of footsteps and hangers on a road so Dusty.
And on we’ll travail as Bomber club members,
To the end of the road - one day in September.
No more Dreaming Time
Bomber victory is assured
and Dusty will be owned
I’d had twelve pots, two pies and a spit,
I was cranky and gnarly and needed to $hit.
Then my guts swelled up, as I felt all gusty,
‘N the wet f@rt released – reminded of Dusty.
P.S.
Dusty Martin is a champion of the game, I wish he was playing for Essendon.
But he isn’t; so we naturally have to hate him, hate his fantastic ability and his fair play.
Our Dusty played 300 better games than your Dusty.
■■■■ you, Dusty.
■■■■ you.
Nice to see Greg Hunt’s contribution.
We can win when it’s smokey
We will win when it’s Dusty
F*** Carlton