It's beginning to look a lot like Sydney.
Ev'rywhere you go.
Take a peek down your street at dawn ,
At the tellys in every home.
Watching the ol' football.
It's beginning to look a lot like Sydney.
Games in every park.
But the prettiest sight you'll see,
Are the home games that will be,
At our own Moore Park.
It's beginning to look a lot like Sydney.
Toffees at the 'bush.
Timmy, Mikel and Dwight,
And Anichebe's magic strike,
But we didn't mind at all.
Then it really looked a lot like Sydney,
Raiding down the line.
And the Premier league's royals,
Looked more like Brosquey's foil,
'Till Strebre missed the call.
It's beginning to look at lot like Sydney.
There's a festival in town.
Vitje's greatest feat,
Is a team that will compete,
With the famous names of yore,
And then it will really look a lot like Sydney.
The greatest city there is.
Flair and style and pace,
And a smile on every face.
When the sky-blues take it all.
