At an Aussie Rules match a couple of potatoes end up in a fight

 I was at the boundary fence yelling abuse at a jumping full forward,

Them or my team, it didn’t matter.

I was yelling that his hands were like a pair of piss-stained colanders,

each time he dropped the leather pill,

flying in to him from outside the fifty-metre arc.

The bloke next to me said I’ve got an amphetamine mixer’s mouth,

And the biffo’s on.

 

We fight like two pink eyed potatoes tossed in a Hessian bag,

and the crowd around us cheer,

The player with colander hands takes an Up There Cazaly mark

and the crowd above him cheers,

And then he boots the leather pill through the middle sticks;

Goal!!!!

The goal ump waves his flags and we potatoes settle down.