to Idelies Govett
When he lost the fourth, the match appeared done

Ferrero's fire meant we wuz overcome

And the dream it was dust

As our 'ero lay on the bakin turf

The wound in his chest like some 'oly curse

Til like Laz'rus

He raised imself, tho' shaken 'n sore

Dreamin' o the ripcurl an Hawaiian shore
The ref sez “its time.” The masseuse is done

Die for the silver, 'quit layin' in sun

And the Fans are singin'

Waltzin Matilder fit to nearly burst

But he clutches 'is towel, fer better o worse

So Fitzy does 'is jiggin

Twistin' 'is 'eels, 'til Flip 'e does the same

To get his feet movin' an' into the game
The gods were smilin' when he sprung an ace

Our 'ero reborn's back into the race

Chargin' n' chippin

He broke in the first, then he broke again

Smashin' up the tunnel to the Spanish Main

The fans went wild wiv singin'

Man, you should of 'eard the 'orrendous din

O buglin' and drummin on instruments o tin
Lleyton sprints roarin' from the locker room

C'MOM he shouts, relishin' their doom.

Wiv a serve that's perfeck

The beer flows along wiv sparklin wine

As Scud 'e rips 'em to the service line

What the heck?

Six Zero the score which turned the tide

Brought the Cup to Oz where it should reside