Summer 2008

Lets hit the old road one more time for summer's final fling - bungee jumps and footy comps - and all our favourite things

The dedicated wannabees all desperate for a chance, to get our hands on silverware - at least to get a glance

We'll travel up like idiots, in pouring lashing rain - enjoying time with all the lads but without you it's not the same

For a moment we're all professional, pretending we're not scared - but come that howling whistle let's hope we are prepared

For its fun to be the underdog, the one that no one rates - for then its just a kick about, a laugh with all your mates

But secretly we want this, we're desperate to succeed - like fresh meat to a lion - its competition on which we feed

So don your dirty goalie gloves and don't you be afraid - cause when you win that trophy, boy your gonna get laid.