Il testo della The parable of glenn mcgrath's haircut

My mate roger got a girl pregnant when he was fourteen. he was so shit =
Scared he told me, and when he said
That her dad was a cop i thought he was joking. i told him he's got to =
Tell someone, and so he went and told a teacher, and the girl eventually =
Got an abortion. he was fucking shitting himself, let me tell you, but =
Six months later he was fucking around like always.

Ooh, aahh, glenn mcgrath

"you betta watch it" i thought to myself. but roger was pretty fucking =
Sure of himself. he was the guy who first brought a block of hash to a =
Party. because i was his friend i was there when he first showed it to =
People, and we all went down the backyard and he rolled a joint. where =
Did he get it from? my parents would have killed me if they knew. i =
Thought we'd all turn into junkies or something if we had too much.

The last time i saw roger was last year at the boxing day test. he'd =
Turned into such a fat, normal, yobbo cunt. "the wife nearly didn't let =
Me out today" he said, and he did all that chanting yobs do, like "ooh, =
Aahh, glenn mcgrath". "it got you in the end" i thought to myself, as i =
Looked at roger. "life got you in the end, pal. you were such a cocky, =
Successful winner when we were 16, but now you're just another sad fat =
Prick sitting in the m.c.g high-fiving in self-congratulation, as if its =
You that had the skill and determination to play for australia". its =
The cunts with the bad haircuts that you've got to watch out for. =
There's never been a popular teenager yet who's done rat's with their =
Life. its the fucking dorks that give it a real go. glenn mcgrath got =
5 for 50 that day.