[Intro] (Yo, from the backblocks to the G, Bean Fiends United, we 'bout to spree! Strugglin' maggots, but we bounce back, premiership stack! Oi oi oi!) [Verse 1] Yo, we're the Bean Fiends, from the outer east, Lads trainin' hard, but the munchies ain't ceased. Baked beans on toast, that's breakfast ritual, Cannellini clouds, we puff 'em like a missile. Red kidney rockets, smokin' in the sheds, Chickpeas in the pipe, got us seein' reds. Coach reckons we're cooked, "Lads, sort ya shit!" But halftime huddle, we're passin' the spliff – bean spliff! Opposition laughin', call us legume losers, We fumble the footy, trippin' on boozers... nah, bean boozers! Mums at the boundary, yellin' "Eat ya greens!" But we're hooked on the high from them magic beans! [Chorus] Bean Fiends! (Oi!) Addicted to the grind, Smokin' soybeans, eatin' butter beans blind! Grand Final bound, though we're strung out and lean, From the bottom of the ladder to premiership kings – BEAN FIENDS! (Bean high! Footy fly! We rise, we win!) Lentils in the lung, black beans on the run, Struggle squad forever, but we got the one! Bean Fiends United – premiership won! [Verse 2] Preliminary final, we're down by a ton, Captain's gazin' glassy, from a broad bean bong. Therapist calls, "Lads, ya need intervention," But we swap for some mung, now we're feelin' ascension! Norm Smith medallist, pukin' pinto post-game, Referee's whistlin', but we're in the flame. Haters say we're baked – yeah, literally mate! Haricot heroes, dodgin' the gate. But somethin' clicked, in the change room haze, Dumped the bean bags, hit the weights for days. Sober as a judge, eyes clear as the Yarra, Now we're smashin' goals like a barra on a barbie! [Chorus] Bean Fiends! (Oi!) Addicted to the grind, Smokin' soybeans, eatin' butter beans blind! Grand Final bound, though we're strung out and lean, From the bottom of the ladder to premiership kings – BEAN FIENDS! (Bean high! Footy fly! We rise, we win!) Lentils in the lung, black beans on the run, Struggle squad forever, but we got the one! Bean Fiends United – premiership won! [Bridge] (Spoken word, crowd roar buildin') MCG roarin', siren sounds, We kicked 12 straights, turned it around. No more bean dreams, just pure footy fire, From fiends to champs – that's the Bean Fiends' desire! [Outro] Yeah, Bean Fiends United, we did the damn thing, Grand Final glory, let the church bells ring! If ya strugglin' brother, drop the beans and fight, Footy's forever – fair dinkum, goodnight! (Oi oi oi! Bean Fiends! Premiers!) Type a message...
