Father And Son lyrics

Song information

Artist: Tism
Album: The Beasts Of Suburban

Lyrics

I
My old man used to take me to the footy;
Now, it's me takes him
Been barracking for the saintas seasons on end -
Seasons cold and grim -
Every season we'd pretend that we were
The great pretenders
And watch, in the rain, us getting done again
By the real contenders
Hear the cry ring to the moorabbin sky
Nothing can stop it:
Winmar! winmar to lockett!

Ii
Those collingwood bastards did us by a point
The day mother died
When they told dad he shook his head and said
"Makes you wanna cry."
Winmar, you're a football genius, and, oh
Let me tell you son
Remember my old man 'cos he wasn't
Referring to mum
You've got my heart when you've got the leather
God's sake, don't drop it:
Winmar! winmar to lockett!

Iii
My dad will be gone in ten seasons' time
And, you know, they can
Build rockets that think, have prime time t.v.
Napalm vietnam -
So just for my dad they could give us the flag -
Who says they oughtn't?
It isn't a matter of life or death -
It's more important
Oh, here comes nicky! tony's broken free!
Winmar to lockett!
Winmar! winmar to lockett!