Footy Finals Song # 4: Eagles

August 25, 2018 | Posted by Peter Jakobsen | AUSTRALIANIA, LIFE, Modern Music | 0 Comments |

The Eagles aren’t really a football club, they’re more a Frankenstein’s Monster, created in a lab.

Still, they pose as one, and set their Club Song to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic.  Here’s our version:

Mine eyes have seen the folly of the merging of these teams;

They’ve created a dread hybrid, sawdust spilling from the seams,

They shed their feathers to the strains of awful, awful screams

And still they jabber on.

They’re the bleating, cheating Eagles,

Just a basket of illegals,

They’re the moaning droning Eagles,

With luck they’ll soon be gone

With luck they’ll soon be gone.”


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