My mate Roger got a girl pregnant when he was fourteen.  He was so shit =
Scared he told me, and when he said
That her dad was a cop I thought he was joking.  I told him he's got to =
Tell someone, and so he went and told a teacher, and the girl eventually =
Got an abortion.  He was fucking shitting himself, let me tell you, but =
Six months later he was fucking around like always.

Ooh, aahh, Glenn McGrath

"You betta watch it" I thought to myself.  But Roger was pretty fucking =
Sure of himself.  He was the guy who first brought a block of hash to a =
Party.  Because I was his friend I was there when he first showed it to =
People, and we all went down the backyard and he rolled a joint.  Where =
Did he get it from?  My parents would have killed me if they knew.  I =
Thought we'd all turn into junkies or something if we had too much.

The last time I saw Roger was last year at the Boxing Day test.  He'd =
Turned into such a fat, normal, yobbo cunt.  "The wife nearly didn't let =
Me out today" he said, and he did all that chanting yobs do, like "Ooh, =
Aahh, Glenn McGrath".  "It got you in the end" I thought to myself, as I =
Looked at Roger.  "Life got you in the end, pal.  You were such a cocky, =
Successful winner when we were 16, but now you're just another sad fat =
Prick sitting in the M.C.G high-fiving in self-congratulation, as if it's =
You that had the skill and determination to play for Australia".  it's =
The cunts with the bad haircuts that you've got to watch out for.  =
There's never been a popular teenager yet who's done rat's with their =
Life.  it's the fucking dorks that give it a real go.  Glenn McGrath got =
5 for 50 that day.