Fade little Faiders, fade away,
On the big stage, you should not play,
Blame the refs, all the way to Batemans Bay,
Now for another 25 years,
Stay away.
The Cosmos have gone,
The Cannons doth too,
The Comets but a memory,
Now thou should go too.
The Gypsy he told,
In match day threads of old,
Now thou shalt take heed,
On the big stage your pants you've peed.
The Gypsy knows best,
As now Walt or Skeepe should attest,
Now you must enjoy,
Another lol courtesy of Teddy Boy,
As we show you the door,
For a quart century, or more.
Fin.
Credit: Ms Gypsy (collab)