South Australia circa 1989, the Adelaide Crows are inaugurated into the AFL
A proud proud day in our state's history, what a time it was to be alive
A young country boy hailing out from the west, was starting to make a name for himself As a promising key forward
Taking home the flag in that year's amateur league, ah it was just a sign of things to Come
Picked up as a mature aged player in that year's draft, the Adelaide crows selected Tony Fucking Modra
A high flying, pack marking, goal kicking machine, he was any a coach's dream
Word had got out "this boy can play" they said
"Why we've never a player like this before"
Modra mania had begun, a new king was crowned, and his name
His name is Modra
Flying through the pack
It's Tony Modra
He'll be climbing your back
We call him Godra
Don't forget the name
His name is Modra
Flying through the air
It's Tony Modra
Could kick from anywhere
Nah nah nah Godra
Legend of the game
Forward to '93 in only his second year at the club
He kicked 129 goals and was named All-Australian
Proving that he could stick it with the very best of-'em
Oh no, but he wasn't done there
After taking screamer after screamer with each season
It wasn't long before he gained cult-like status in this state
Winning mark of the year on three seperate occasions, you bloody ripper Tony
Crowds flocked the gates, as women would swoon
And fathers took their sons to pay homage to this great man
His golden hair glistening through the southern sun, he was a fucking gun
Known for his aerial prowess and country charm
He had the ability to manufacture goals from out of thin air
His skills were unsurpassed, unrivalled and could match any player in their prime
His name is Modra
Flying through the pack
It's Tony Modra
Well, he'll be climbing your back
We call him Godra
Don't forget the name
That name is Modra
Wearing number six
It's Tony Modra
Would kick-'em straight through the sticks
Na na na Godra
And although you weren't there on those two sacred days
You played an integral part in getting the boys to the big dance
Which isn't anything to be sniffed at by any means
Cos we're still bloody proud of you mate
You played with names like Jarman, Bickley, Ricciuto, McLoud, and even Graham "Stiffy" Johncock!
But there can only be room for one demigod in this town, and that name... his name!
His name is Modra
Flying through the pack
It's Tony Modra
Well he'll be climbing your back
We call him Godra
Don't forget the name
It's Tony Modra
Flying through the air
It's Tony Modra
Could kick from anywhere
Nah nah nah Godra
Legend of the game
Don't forget the name
Don't forget the name
A Legend of the game
I won't forget his name
