When the Krab Katich bristled his chest hairs and pinned Michael Clarke with his claws, it was about a song.
But it wasn’t just any song.
It was a special Australian cricket song.
The rules seem to be singing it drunk, in whites, late at night.
Clarke broke the rules, and was choked, fair call.
The lyrics in the song are fairly straight forward.
Under the Southern Cross I Stand
A sprig of wattle in my hand,
A native of my native land,
Australia you fucken beauty.
Fair to say it wasn’t written by Nick Cave.
But being that the song is sung dy drunken cricketers, best if its kept simple.
Here is David Boon singing it.
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