Nah Mate. - The Ballad of Joey Johns Lyrics

Down the right and chuck a dummy with twenty seconds left
Draw and pass on the inside and hit Albert on the chest
Give him the stadium, immortals live forever
He's not the hero we deserve, but we'll never get any better
And if I won '97 I'd ride down King Street too
Three fourths plastered at all times
He's a drunken immortool
Remember in 2000 when he started on the bench?
And Toovey can't throw right to left, it was ridiculous
And lumpy little Johns, he turned the game around
He won the series from the sideline, jubilation filled the ground
And if I won '97 I'd ride down King Street too
Three fourths plastered at all times
He's a drunken immortal
And if I won '97 I'd ride down King Street too
Three fourths plastered at all times
He's a drunken immortal
Now I remember 2001, and the '05 origin series
So don't think I've forgotten Joey's other victories
But if I had to add a verse for every thing
That Joey's done for Rugby League, well this song would never end
And if I won '97 I'd ride down King Street too
Three fourths plastered at all times
He's a drunken immortool
And if I won '97 I'd ride down King Street too
Three fourths plastered at all times
He's a drunken immortal
No one mention pills or parties or that time at the airport
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ninety seven
Immortal
No one mention pills or parties or that time at the airport
Blah blah blah blah yah blah blah ninety seven
Immortal