Springbok nation to thy feet
In the deepest funk we creep
Spare our ABs we entreat
please dont hurt our wee land
Forgive our fans their strident tones
Mind dear Richie's brittle bones
Beat us sure, but we intone
Don't destroy New Zealand.
mozart you old fart
we're gunna give you a class
you're not gunna pass
we'll be kicking your ass
so you'll discover who's baas
and here's the forecast
many points we'll amass
coz we got too much class
we'll plant your face in the grass
we'll give you the bash
there's no way you'll outlast
and your tackles be sparse
your fullback we'll bypass
when we step on the gas
our lead will be vast
it'll happen so fast
leaving bok fans aghast
you're gunna get thrashed
leaving boks in a cast
you're wrists you will slash
when we pick up the trophy and cash
moz woz that all you got?
you stupid old clot
gunna smoke yous like pot
eat your mascot
leave yous with squat
and drunken like Lot
you won't make it like Scott
too many games on the trot
the ABs are HOT
Here you go Kayne...try more than one syllable. Knock yourself out:
aeronautaforethoughtafterthoughtapricotaquanautastronautcamelotcoffeepotcosmonautcounterplotflowerpothottentothuguenotjuggernautkilowattlancelotoceanautocelotoverboughtovershotoverwroughtperidotpolka-dotpolyglotreallottommyrottroubleshotundershot
And if you can deal with two syllables this should kep you rapping until next week:
with your lamearse explaining
i see that your waning
like boks no form regaining
and not entertaining
despite all your training
and futile campaigning
with one game remaining
we'll deliver a caning
without even straining
ABs be reigning
and trophy retaining
so who you be blaming?
Moz Anticipate
Your heads on a plate
Do appreciate
We'll be sealing your fate
When we shut the gate
So lets'get this straight
Alot is at stake
Should you hesitate
or make a mistake
We'll infiltrate
Humiliate
Leaving Bok fans irate
If you miscalculate
You we'll decimate
Incinerate
Emasculate
Decapitate
Infuriate
Exasperate
Illuminating your weight
how many burgers you ate
Can't wait for that date
when we celebrate
God willing
I'll be chilling
and find it fulfilling
As it's gunna be thrilling
Beers i'll be swilling
As it's top of the billing
Blood could be spilling
When the Boks get a grilling
Cause they'll be a illing
In need of some fillings
and pills for pain killing
When we done with their milling
I can do some Shakespeare then just for you...
Peace ye fat guts, thou art as fat as butter...
