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One for all the Essendon Fans
My Essendon Lie – By James Hird - (To the tune of American Pie)
[Intro]
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how Shane Charters used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make my players dance
And maybe they'd be stronger for a while
But 2013 made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered
Barratt on my doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about how they proved I lied
But something touched me deep inside
The day my fiction, died
[Chorus]
So bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, and built up our pride
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "No-one will ever know that we lied
No-one will ever know that we lied"
[Verse 1]
Did you write the book of push & shove
And do you have faith in Demetriou above
If the AFL tells you so?
Now do you believe in 9604,
And how drugs save your football soul
And can you teach me how to inject real slow?
Well, you know that I was in love with Dank
Since I saw him injectin’ out the back
We both beefed up our tans
To show off to all our fans
I was a lonely rookie coachin' buck
With a Brownlow medal and a million bucks
But I knew I was out of luck
The day they found I lied
[Chorus]
I started singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "Hope they never find out we lied
Hope they never find out we lied"
[Verse 2]
Now for ten games we've been out on our own
With hidden texts on my mobile phone
But that's not how it used to be
When the rumours came that we weren’t clean
When in truth we were as high as James Dean
“But the drugs came from Dank, not me”
And while me, the king, was counting cash
ASADA found my hidden stash
The courtroom was adjourned
Until the ASADA verdict was returned
And while Sam Newman read a book from FARC
The media stakeout in the park
And we injected in the dark
The day our dreams died
[Chorus]
We were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but no-one knew why
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "Do you think that the media has spied?
Do you think that the media has spied?"
[Verse 3]
Helter skelter in a winter swelter
The wheels fell off in another belter
Eighth place now and falling fast
Another player lying on the grass
A hamstring sprung trying a short pass
Another player on the sidelines in a cast
Now the premiership air is sweet perfume
While Meatloaf sings an awful tune
We’d all love the September dance
Oh, but we’ll never get the chance
'Cause if the players try to take the field
Will ASADA refuse to yield?
Will we ever really know what was revealed
The day my dream died?
[Chorus]
We were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then David Evans cried
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "ASADA’s looking and I’d better go hide
ASADA’s looking and I’d better go hide."
Oh, and there we were all in one place
An entire season lost in space
With no chance left to start again
So come on, Jobe be nimble, Jobe be quick
Watson sat “On the Couch” real quick
('Cause Roosy is the Demon’s only friend)
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Roosy spell
And as the ratings climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Roosy laughing with delight
That’s when, they knew, I lied
[Chorus]
He was singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but our success was a lie
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "Now our premiership dreams are fried
Now our premiership dreams are fried "
I asked my girl who hates the Blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the AFL store
Where they all loved me years before
But the man there said that finals, we wouldn't play
And in Bay 13, the Bombers screamed
The Magpies cried and the Hawks all dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The servers all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Demetriou, The Dank and the Charters Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day they’d found I’d lied
And they were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "I can’t believe they found out we lied
About ever having seen a peptide”
[Chorus]
They were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "I can’t believe they found out we lied”
My Essendon Lie – By James Hird - (To the tune of American Pie)
[Intro]
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how Shane Charters used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make my players dance
And maybe they'd be stronger for a while
But 2013 made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered
Barratt on my doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about how they proved I lied
But something touched me deep inside
The day my fiction, died
[Chorus]
So bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, and built up our pride
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "No-one will ever know that we lied
No-one will ever know that we lied"
[Verse 1]
Did you write the book of push & shove
And do you have faith in Demetriou above
If the AFL tells you so?
Now do you believe in 9604,
And how drugs save your football soul
And can you teach me how to inject real slow?
Well, you know that I was in love with Dank
Since I saw him injectin’ out the back
We both beefed up our tans
To show off to all our fans
I was a lonely rookie coachin' buck
With a Brownlow medal and a million bucks
But I knew I was out of luck
The day they found I lied
[Chorus]
I started singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "Hope they never find out we lied
Hope they never find out we lied"
[Verse 2]
Now for ten games we've been out on our own
With hidden texts on my mobile phone
But that's not how it used to be
When the rumours came that we weren’t clean
When in truth we were as high as James Dean
“But the drugs came from Dank, not me”
And while me, the king, was counting cash
ASADA found my hidden stash
The courtroom was adjourned
Until the ASADA verdict was returned
And while Sam Newman read a book from FARC
The media stakeout in the park
And we injected in the dark
The day our dreams died
[Chorus]
We were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but no-one knew why
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "Do you think that the media has spied?
Do you think that the media has spied?"
[Verse 3]
Helter skelter in a winter swelter
The wheels fell off in another belter
Eighth place now and falling fast
Another player lying on the grass
A hamstring sprung trying a short pass
Another player on the sidelines in a cast
Now the premiership air is sweet perfume
While Meatloaf sings an awful tune
We’d all love the September dance
Oh, but we’ll never get the chance
'Cause if the players try to take the field
Will ASADA refuse to yield?
Will we ever really know what was revealed
The day my dream died?
[Chorus]
We were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then David Evans cried
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "ASADA’s looking and I’d better go hide
ASADA’s looking and I’d better go hide."
Oh, and there we were all in one place
An entire season lost in space
With no chance left to start again
So come on, Jobe be nimble, Jobe be quick
Watson sat “On the Couch” real quick
('Cause Roosy is the Demon’s only friend)
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Roosy spell
And as the ratings climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Roosy laughing with delight
That’s when, they knew, I lied
[Chorus]
He was singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but our success was a lie
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "Now our premiership dreams are fried
Now our premiership dreams are fried "
I asked my girl who hates the Blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the AFL store
Where they all loved me years before
But the man there said that finals, we wouldn't play
And in Bay 13, the Bombers screamed
The Magpies cried and the Hawks all dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The servers all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Demetriou, The Dank and the Charters Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day they’d found I’d lied
And they were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "I can’t believe they found out we lied
About ever having seen a peptide”
[Chorus]
They were singin' bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie
Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died
And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide
Singin' "I can’t believe they found out we lied”
