Just whipped this one up thanks to the inspiration provided by Tucker in the magpie faithful thread.
Magpie Inferno (To the tune of Disco Inferno by The Trammps)
Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!
Trouble at the pies, yes! The paper stories rife
players playin' loose y’all gettin' clobbered by the zone - Do you hear?
(now Bucks is fuming) Mick is blabbing' - out of control
It was so entertainin' - when Eddie started to explode
I heard somebody say
Burn baby burn! - Magpie inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn them mothers down
Burn baby burn! - Magpie inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn them mothers down
Burnin'!
Eddie’s Faction (uhu hu hu) refrained from a blame reaction
(burnin') Bucks has got it pretty tough, so we have to squash the story
The heat was on (burnin’), Barrett’s now on top!
Everything is goin’ wrong
So its time that Eddie got shot
I heard somebody say
Burn baby burn! - Magpie inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn them mothers down
Burn baby burn! - Magpie inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn them mothers down
Burnin'!
At the Westpac centre we smell loser in the air – I smell loser!
That makes me know there's a funeral on somewhere.
Eddie’s Faction (uhu hu hu) refrained from a blame reaction
(burnin') Bucks has got it pretty tough, so we have to squash the story
The heat was on (burnin’), Barrett’s now on top!
Everything is goin’ wrong
So its time that Eddie got shot
I heard somebody say
Burn baby burn! - Magpie inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn them mothers down
Burn baby burn! - Magpie inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn them mothers down
Burnin'!
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!
