My version of a classic.. 


VERSE 1
         C
Well you work to earn a living
       F
But on weekends comes the time
        C
You can do what ever turns you on
    G
Get out and clear your mind
C
Me, I like football
              F
And there's a lot of things around
             C
But when you line 'em up together
    G                C
The footy wins hands down

CHORUS
C                F
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
C                      G
Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might
C                F
Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in
C                  G                   C
Fly like an angel, you're out there to win

VERSE 2
              C
Now there's a lot more things to football
     F
That really meets the eye
          C
There are days when you could give it up
          G
There are days when you could fly
           C
You either love or hate it
  F
Depending on the score
              C
But when your team run out or they kick a goal
G                C
How's the mighty roar (hooray, hooray)

CHORUS
C                F
Up there cazaly, in there and fight
C                      G
Out there and at 'em, show 'em your might
C                F
Up there cazaly, don't let 'em in
C                  G                   C
Fly like an angel, you're out there to win

C                F
Up there cazaly, you're out there to win
C                     G
In there and at 'em, don't let 'em in
C                F
Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high
C                       G                C
Fight like the devil, the crowds on your side

C                F
Up there cazaly, in there and fight         
C                      G
Out there and at 'em, show 'em you're might
C                 F
Up there cazaly, show 'em you're high
C                       G                 C
Fight like the devil, the crowd's on your side
       G                    C   
The - crowd's - on - your - side...