My version of a classic.. VERSE 1 C Well you work to earn a living F But on weekends comes the time C You can do what ever turns you on G Get out and clear your mind C Me, I like football F And there's a lot of things around C But when you line 'em up together C The footy wins hands down
CHORUS F Up there cazaly, in there and fight G Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might F Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in C Fly like an angel, you're out there to win VERSE 2 C Now there's a lot more things to football F That really meets the eye C There are days when you could give it up G There are days when you could fly C You either love or hate it F Depending on the score C But when your team run out or they kick a goal C How's the mighty roar (hooray, hooray) CHORUS F Up there cazaly, in there and fight G Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might F Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in C Fly like an angel, you're out there to win F Up there cazaly, you're out there to win G In there and at 'em, don't let 'em in F Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high C Fight like the devil, the crowds on your side F Up there cazaly, in there and fight G Out there and at 'em, show 'em you're might F Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high C Fight like the devil, the crowd's on your side C The - crowd's - on - your - side...
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