So footy's back, it's on the telly
I don't know why but my dad is yelling!
They're runnin' round, they're kickin' the ball
They're tackling each other, gonna make 'em fall!
A full-strength beer, like a man
Sweatin' like a pig, he's stackin' the cans!
I don't know what's gotten into my dad
But Port's up by 8 and he's footy mad!
Footy mad!
Footy mad!
Footy mad!
I don't know what I even said
But his face is burnin' beet-red
Look in the eyes, the storm is brewin'
Oi, fifty! Got him spewin'
The sweatin' beads are runnin' down his head
He turns to me now listen what he said
"The only thing that pisses off my kind
Is when the ref is fucking blind!"
Footy mad!
Footy mad!
Footy mad!
So sit down and wear your mask real tight
Don't try dancing, the fine's will bite!
But if you're headin' to the oval tonight
Do what you want, it's footy alright!
Footy mad!
Footy mad!
Footy mad!
(Awh you gotta be joking me)
(Absolutely shocking)
(What was that?!)
(I hate what this game has become)
C'mon Adelaide
Score some bloody goals!