Manchester

You tried your hardest,
You did your best.
You put in a good bid,
But failed the test.
You lost at football,
At cricket too.
The British Lion's been beaten,
By a kangaroo.

Bad luck Manchester,
Bad luck son.
You put in a good bid,
But Sydney won.

Bad luck Manchester,
Bad luck son.
You put in a good bid,
But Sydney won.

You know Britain's been upset,
Since their bid went down.
But they're glad Paul Keating,
Didn't hang around.
Some things have gone missing,
From the palace grounds.
When Keating left at Heathrow,
He was wearing a crown.

Ahh the Poms, they can't say G'day,
Or ridgy didge.
They haven't got an Oprah House,
Or a Harbour Bridge.
They haven't got no Bondi's,
They've got no Botany Bays.
They haven't got no Monty,
With his filthy ways (disgusting man),
Or little Liz Hayes.

They haven't got Normie Rowe,
Barry Crocker or Smilie.
The only thing they've got over here,
Are Jason and Kylie (yeah and they belong to us, true enough).
Sure they've got Dame Edna,
And they've got Clive James.
But one thing's for certain,
They haven't got the Games.

But we're good winners,
We won't rub it in.
Well, ooh, go on,
You lost, lost, lost.
Let's sing it again!

Bad luck Manchester,
Bad luck son.
You put in a good bid,
But Sydney won.

Bad luck Manchester,
Bad luck son.
You put in a good bid,
But Sydney won.