A long long time ago
I can still remember my first visit to Victoria Park
And I knew if the Magpies won
my dad would would buy The Sunday Sun
and we'd kick footies round 'til after dark

Septembers used to make me shiver
all those flags that weren't delivered
Dad was forced to ac-cept
the Colliwobble backstep

I still remember how I cried
when the news broke that this famous side's
home would say its last goodbye
"the day the football died"

So bye bye to the home of the 'Pie
drove my Holden up from Malvern
with a tear in my eye
Them good ol' Pies were heading somewhere nearby
I knew this'd be the day that it died -
This'd be the day that it died

Did you read the book on marks,
and did you take speccies in the dark,
when the second siren blew?
And could you believe that Rocca goal?
Did Daicos steal your Magpie soul
when he curved one from the boundary-line
straight through?

And the day Ralph missed that easy score
with the siren sounding just before
We all kicked off our shoes
cos we hate those devilish Blues

Then Eddie said their fate was sealed
and, though the fans refused to yield,
we'd all feared what was revealed
- the day the football died

So bye bye to the home of the 'Pie
drove my Holden up from Malvern
with a tear in my eye
Them good ol' Pies were heading somewhere nearby
I knew this'd be the day that it died -
This'd be the day that it died

A long time ago we all watched in awe
as the Pricey stabbed and the Picken soared
Len won the medal, and the finals were a cert...
And McKenna sang to a million teens
in a Beatles wig dipped in Mr Sheen,
and poor John Greening really hit the dirt

And we proved that Carmen wasn't wrong
when they said he nonged Tuck on the scone
To the replay we adjourned....
No verdict was returned

And with the final quarter ticking past
and Twiggy flew for that forward pass,
our hearts have only beat that fast
- the day the football died

So bye bye to the home of the 'Pie
drove my Holden up from Malvern
with a tear in my eye
Them good ol' Pies were heading somewhere nearby
I knew this'd be the day that it died -
This'd be the day that it died

Helter skelter - 1990 swelter
with the Bombers looking for a fall-out shelter
but there was no place left to go
And do you recall old Monky dancin'
in a coat he borrowed from James Manson
when Lethal brought the premiership cup back home?

And we knew that they were gonna win
cos we saw them training in the gym
No Bomber born in hell
could break that Lethal spell

We'd flocked all week
to Victoria Park,
to watch them training in the dark
- memories we hold dear to heart
the day the football died

So bye bye to the home of the 'Pie
drove my Holden up from Malvern
with a tear in my eye
Them good ol' Pies were heading somewhere nearby
I knew this'd be the day that it died -
This'd be the day that it died

I met a man who'd played the Blues
and I asked him for some happy news
He just smiled and walked away
He was a lonely draftee bronco buck
with an inclination to become first ruck,
but now he might not get the chance to play

All the pain from those heartbreaking
flags the Pies had for the taking
now just play a bit part
to the pain of losing Vic Park

And the three men I admire most
Ed, and Kev and Bobby Rose
stayed to watch the curtain close
the day the football died

So bye bye to the home of the 'Pie
drove my Holden up from Malvern
with a tear in my eye
Them good ol' Pies were heading somewhere nearby
I knew this'd be the day that it died -
This'd be the day that it died

In '79 - oh how I cried
when the ump said Harmes was just inside
That pain simply multiplied
the day
the football died