On Bomberblitz we gather ‘round, To praise the boys and tear ‘em down, Someone’s posting stats at dawn, Someone’s yelling “delist Perkins!” on and on Mods cry “Keep it civil, please!” While someone posts conspiracy theories, The draft board’s melting, hope’s on fire, We’ll win next year — we never tire! We’re blitzin’ again, oh blitzin’ again, Arguin’ trades ‘til quarter to ten, From Hirdy’s ghost to Spike’s new plan, We’re dreamin’ flags like every fan! There’s “Lid Off” lads and “Lid On” crew, One says we’re cooked, one says we’ll do, A thread for every rumour’s birth, And twenty more for “Essendon’s worth.” We’re blitzin’ again, oh blitzin’ again, Arguin’ trades ‘til quarter to ten, From Hirdy’s ghost to Spike’s new plan, We’re dreamin’ flags like every fan! The draft board’s hot, the memes are loud, We’re kings of hope, the faithful crowd, We’ll argue stats ‘til dawn’s first light, Then all agree — we’ll win next night! We’re blitzin’ again, oh blitzin’ again, From Hird to Heppell, through thick and thin, We’ll fight, we’ll post, we’ll dream, we’ll spin, ‘Cause Bomberblitz is where we’ve been!
