Survivor game starts here.

Song 1 (The Ferrets)

To the tune of "My Old Man's A Dustman".

The Rugby League World Cup is here, Its time to make some noise,
Put your Country's shirt on, and cheer the local boys,
Let's be loud and make them proud to wear the National shirt,
And hopefully we'll spur them on to dig into the dirt.

--Chorus--
There are no rucks there are no mauls, the scrums don't have a push,
And because it's played in Summertime, the surface is so lush,
You don't get pulled for feeding and the forwards don't get fatigue,
The game is much more faster, The game of Rugby League.

--MUSICAL INTERLUDE--

There are some boys down under, they think they are the best,
They whine and moan at referees and usually win the test,
But now the tide is turning, their squad is getting old,
Take for instance Darren Lockyear, his head is going Bald.

The English have been burdened, In charge is Stevie Mac,
If we lose, we sing the blues and hope he gets the sack,
His team selections' baffling, He picks anyone he can,
It doesn't matter if your Kiwi, You'll still be in his masterplan.

--Chorus--

Then we have the All Blacks, who start off with a song,
Sang with gurning faces, their tongues are very long,
They wear all black and prance about, all big and proud and buff,
The Ockers have a hate for them, because they play too rough.

Wales are rarely favourites and the sheep are left behind,
They're pretty crap at tackling, and barely find the line,
But that don't stop them trying, they play until the end,
The RFL's tried everything but this one will not mend.

--Chorus--

That's about all that we have, we'll see you in 2 years,
We'll sing this song, all full of hope, but still end up in tears,
The Aussie's probably won again, with their dirty old man team,
We all wait, and hope and pray for the day we reign supreme.