Queenslander was born of the festering hatred, resentment, jealousy and perceived injustice, done to them by New South Wales Rugby League, through out history ,only those who have been crushed beneath a tyrannical oppressor's heel, can truly know this feeling.
Ah mate here we go a bloody ‘gain
The Blues are whinging and they’re crying
It makes you flaming sick ya know
But it’s a trick we just ain’t buying.
They reckon they have rookies
Who will never make the grade
We know they never had a chance
No matter who they bloody played.
The time draws near, they start to shake
That self doubt will rise again
It will grow on their subconscious
And play havoc with their brain.
Take note how people that you work with
Start avoiding all your crew
Then you realise what is happening
Their skin is turning slimy blue.
Mate this is State Of Origin
It’s a feeling you can’t hide
That tingling through your body
That unbending Queensland pride.
Your guts begin a churning
The sweat pours from your brow.
There is no sitting on the fence
It’s time to take that Queensland vow.
And the Blues they just don’t get it
They can’t understand that pride
How we can love this state so much
Just how we feel deep down inside.
The battle lines are slowly drawn
You know just what I mean
You are either with us or against us
There is bugger all in between.
So bring it on you Roaches
Feel the hatred and the fear
The battle ground will run with blood
Then you will hear our victory cheer.