Tism - Father and Son lyrics

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh My old man used to take me to the footy, now it's me takes him Been barracking for the Sainters, season on end, season cold and grim Every season we'd pretend that we were the great pretenders And watch, in the rain, getting done again by the real contenders Oh hear the cry, ring out to the Moorabbin sky! Nothing can stop it! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh, Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh Those Collingwood ba*tards did us by a point the day my mother died Ooo-ooo-ooh When I told Dad he shook his head and said, "Makes you want to cry" Ooo-ooo-ooh Winmar, you're a football genius, and oh let me tell you son Ooo-ooo-ooh Remember my old man, cos he wasn't referring to Mum You've got my heart, when you've got the leather! For the gods' sake don't drop it! Yeah Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Oh Dad'll be gone in ten season's time, and you know they can Ooo-ooo-ooh-oo-oh Build rockets that can think, have prime time TV, napalm Vietnam Ooo-ooo-ooh-oo-oh Just for my Dad, they could give us a flag, who says they oughtn't? Ooo-ooo-ooh-oo-oh It ain't a matter of life and d**h, it's more important Here comes Nicky! Tony's broken free! Winmar to Lockett! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett! Winmar to Lockett! Winmar, Winmar, Winmar to Lockett!