You tried your hardest
You did your best
You put in a good bid
But failed the test
You lost at football
At cricket too
The British Lion's been beaten
By a kangaroo
Bad luck Manchester
Bad luck son
You put in a good bid
But Sydney won
Bad luck Manchester
Bad luck son
You put in a good bid
But Sydney won
You know Britian's been upset
Since their bid went down
But they're glad Paul Keating
Didn't hang around
Some things have gone missing
From the palace grounds
When Keating left at Heathrow
He was wearing a crown
Ahh the Poms, they can't say G'day
Or ridgy didge
They haven't got an Oprah House
Or a Harbour Bridge
They haven't got no Bondis
They've got no Botany Bays
They haven't got no Monty
With his filthy ways (disgusting man)
Or little Liz Hayes
They haven't got Normie Rowe
Barry Crocker or Smilie
The only thing they've got over here
Are Jason and Kylie
(Yeh and they belong to us, true enough)
Sure they've got Dame Edna
And they've got Clive James
But one thing's for certain
They haven't got the Games
But we're good winners
We won't rub it in
Well, ooh, go on
You lost, lost, lost
Let's sing it again
Bad luck Manchester
Bad luck son
You put in a good bid
But Sydney won
Bad luck Manchester
Bad luck son
You put in a good bid
But Sydney won