Stiff Necks - Modra

South Australia circa 1989, the Adelaide Crows are inaugurated into the AFLA proud proud day in our state's history, what a time it was to be aliveA young country boy hailing out from the west, was starting to make a name for himself As a promising key forwardTaking home the flag in that year's amateur league, ah it was just a sign of things to ComePicked up as a mature aged player in that year's draft, the Adelaide crows selected Tony Fucking ModraA high flying, pack marking, goal kicking machine, he was any a coach's dreamWord had got out "this boy can play" they said"Why we've never a player like this before"Modra mania had begun, a new king was crowned, and his nameHis name is ModraFlying through the packIt's Tony ModraHe'll be climbing your backWe call him GodraDon't forget the nameHis name is ModraFlying through the airIt's Tony ModraCould kick from anywhereNah nah nah GodraLegend of the gameForward to '93 in only his second year at the clubHe kicked 129 goals and was named All-AustralianProving that he could stick it with the very best of-'emOh no, but he wasn't done thereAfter taking screamer after screamer with each seasonIt wasn't long before he gained cult-like status in this stateWinning mark of the year on three seperate occasions, you bloody ripper TonyCrowds flocked the gates, as women would swoonAnd fathers took their sons to pay homage to this great manHis golden hair glistening through the southern sun, he was a fucking gunKnown for his aerial prowess and country charmHe had the ability to manufacture goals from out of thin airHis skills were unsurpassed, unrivalled and could match any player in their primeHis name is ModraFlying through the packIt's Tony ModraWell, he'll be climbing your backWe call him GodraDon't forget the nameThat name is ModraWearing number sixIt's Tony ModraWould kick-'em straight through the sticksNa na na GodraAnd although you weren't there on those two sacred daysYou played an integral part in getting the boys to the big danceWhich isn't anything to be sniffed at by any meansCos we're still bloody proud of you mateYou played with names like Jarman, Bickley, Ricciuto, McLoud, and even Graham "Stiffy" Johncock!But there can only be room for one demigod in this town, and that name... his name!His name is ModraFlying through the packIt's Tony ModraWell he'll be climbing your backWe call him GodraDon't forget the nameIt's Tony ModraFlying through the airIt's Tony ModraCould kick from anywhereNah nah nah GodraLegend of the gameDon't forget the nameDon't forget the nameA Legend of the gameI won't forget his name