Club Song

One, two, three

The uni boys are we

Four, Five, Six

We got ‘em in a fix

Seven, eight, nine

We’ll beat ‘em every time

We’ll have a high time on the ole’ town tonight

Drunk last night, drunk the night before

We’re gonna get drunk like we’ve never drunk before

‘Cause here we are, as happy as can be

Cause we are the boys from the UFC

Glorious, victorious, one keg of beer between the four of us

Thank Christ there are no more of us

‘Cause one of us could drink the bloody lot without his pants on

One of us could drink bloody lot, roll over Mabel

Your navel’s on the other side

Sung by the wet-check quartet

Haven’t had a rajar, just yet

So …