There's something that really irks me
Get's on my nerves, hurts me
It's not what I see, it's what I don't, gets me dreamy
Fans around the world having so much fun, but what about me?
We go to sport so serious, serenading our egos
The Sydney derby had me the opposite of emo
Fans going nuts, dangerous yet celebratory, a wee bit psycho
Will we one day see, near riots, hugs and kisses, chanting religious rambles?
New Zealand, we're too plain
Plain Jane's. Sports fans? No, sport here isn't borderline religion, unlike jandals
Looking at the group of drunk guys trying to spark up a song, with disdain
Is it that we're no fun? Or that we're too cool?
Everywhere around the world, fans boo
Yet when we boo, it's boo hoo shame on you
Disgusting behaviour, lemme sit here grumpy, the positive vibes never seem to flow through
Kiwis, let down your hair
Flip the bird, go nuts get out a flare
Who the fuck cares?
We're all just like a hibernating bear
Despite our sporting teams in the sort of form that's rare
Headlights, Bambi, watching the action like a deer
Is it because we're overcome with fear?
Don't judge, the revolution is near
Props to the Yellow Fever