AWAY FROM THE DOME

[sloop john B]

these words: john ogge-greg champion

 

we’re off to the MCG

that Grant Thomas and me

down Collins Street to Yarra Park we will roam

why must we play

the Demons away

well we get so towelled up, away from the Dome

CH.

so hoist up your Sainters flags

your thermoses and teabags

cheer for the Captain, whoever it is these days

we wanna go home

back to Disconnect Dome

well, we get so towelled up, away from the Dome

2

the full-forward he went mad

the worst game he ever had

the tribunal had to come and take him away

Brenty Guerra

His mind went to Mars

Yeah, we got so towelled up, down at York Park

3

Milney hardly got a kick

Nobody did but Nick

Soon us Sainters are gonna start eating our own

Let us go home

Back to Disconnect Dome

That Tassie trip’s the worst we’ve ever been on

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