The first time I pulled on the Green and Gold I cried - a sobbing mess
The logo I stroked, felt, caressed
I washed and ironed it with my Nova press
And I daydreamed about scoring in the world Cup qualifiers against Tonga - at the time I was in a state of undress

Pulling on the Guernsey I felt I was somewhere else - Rale's 'Raging Bulls', Arok's Mad Dogs, El Tel's Heroes, Farina's millionaires
I could smell the sweat of Kewell, the spit of Viduka, the blood of a self-inflicted Muscat wound
I tossed the coin with Wadey against Diego and I hailed cabs with Tobs and Horvat at the MCG
I held up the World Cup in 2058, Australia number one in the world

Yep when I pulled on the Green and Gold I felt the shiver of first love I must confess
A snap in the shorts I had to suppress
I remembered these words with fondness
Be ruthless
Be Fearless
Be tireless
Win the cup, spill blood, do your best and no less