Back Pocket Plugger

You’ll find him at the pub on a Friday night
Got a game tomorrow, shouts everyone in sight
He’s telling stories from his past, where he peaked as a teen
He might be playing twos, but but he’ll do anything for the team
'Cause he’s a back pocket Plugger
A back pocket Plugger
A back pocket Plugger (Woah-oh)
It’s a Saturday morning, he gets his shoulders strapped
Leader of the pack, «Boys, bunch up, let’s do a lap»
He’s vital in defence, his fists are made of gold
His direct opponent’s filling in, he’s sixteen years old
All the senior boys do laugh as they all take the piss
But he has way more heart than anyone else on the list
'Cause he’s a back pocket Plugger
A back pocket Plugger
A back pocket Plugger (Woah-oh)
'Cause he’s a back pocket Plugger
A back pocket Plugger
'Cause he’s a back pocket Plugger (Woah-oh)
At the netball function, he sees the wing attack
Talking to the full forward, she wouldn’t want a pocket back
As the function starts to end, and the people drift away
She finds him in the corner and says, «You played well today»
You could have any player, the captain of the team
Why are you talking to me? The only kicks that I get are frees
(One, two, three, four)
'Cause you’re a back pocket Plugger
And I’m a back pocket lover
'Cause you’re a back pocket Plugger (Woah-oh)
'Cause you’re a back pocket Plugger
And I’m a back pocket lover
'Cause you’re a back pocket Plugger (Woah-oh)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey