(To the tune of Wonderwall)

Today is gonna be the day that we’re gonna sing a song for you.
By now you should’ve somehow realized that’s what we’re here to do.
And I don’t believe that anybody sings as bad as you.

Backbeat, the word is on the street that you can’t even write a song
I’m sure, you’ve heard it all before, but c’mon Aussies prove us wrong
‘Cos I don’t believe that anybody’s quite as thick as you

The “oh aah” song you sing for Glenn is so sad
And “Warney Warney Warney” is just as bad
There are many songs that I would like to hear from you
But you don’t know how, (don’t know how)
‘Cos maybe, (maybe) you’ll never find a song to play me, (play me)
‘Cos after all, YOU CAN SING SOD ALL