A song I wrote about this summers test series against India
Verse 1
It started down in Adelaide when we rolled them for thirty six
Hazelwood took five for, and Cummo was up to his old tricks
Itll be four nil everybody said
And with Kohli going home , well India are dead
Cos imagine how much shit they're gonna eat
With our boys running in up at Vulture street

Chorus
And we cant wait to get you to the Gabba
No we cant wait to get you to the Gabba

Verse 2
Next came boxing day and the MCG
Bumbrah was throwing punches as was Rahane
Australia fell for two hundred for the third time in a row
India won the round and Joe Burns had to go
But nobody was really worried, cos we'd get what we need
just as soon as we got them north of the Tweed

(Chorus)

Verse 3
Then the show rolled into Sydney and Smith had found his hands
Victory looked certain but India had other plans
They blunted our attack though half of them were sore
Battered and bruised they batted on and came out with a draw
As Ashwin blocked us out a pissed off Tim Paine
Muttered "hey dickhead,.Just wait till we get you up to Brisbane

(Chorus)

Verse 4
Up in Brisvegas Marnus hit a ton
Things were looking good, other than some runs to Washington
We set them a decent target , it should have been check mate
we haven't lost at the Gabba since back in 1988
But now the fortress has been breached , and we're all feeling bitter

The worst part about it was getting scewed by the baby sitter

Chorus
And we cant wait to get you to the Gabba
No we can't wait to get you to the Gabba
It was Pant who was singing Abba
winner takes all at the Gabba

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