Good shout, but couldn't help myself...
Now we used to sing to a secret chord
Of Slabhead gone and Soyuncu's sword
But chaos and confusion overthrew you
We let in three, a fourth, a fifth
Evans was injured, Vesty shit
A baffled Brendan dreamt of Harry Souttar
Harry Souttar, Harry Souttar
Harry Souttar, Harry Sou-oo-oo-oo-oo-o-tar
Our faith was strong but we needed proof
A player from stoke like Robert Huth
Who'd happily just slide in straight right through you
And then it happened, glory be
We signed the ****ing huge Aussie
And from our lips it drew a hallelujah
Harry Souttar, Harry Souttar
Harry Souttar, Harry Sou-oo-oo-oo-oo-o-tar