A song co-written by Perth sports broadcaster Dennis Cometti was preformed at last years Grand Finale.
Little-known American band McKenna performed Last Ones Standing at the MCG on September 25.
LYRICS:
Late September, the winds begin to change It's the sunset on a season's joy and pain With our heads held high and our backs against the wall When the clock runs out, one side takes it all We are, we are the favorite sons We take our places in the sun We are, we are the chosen few We gave it all that we had to We are the last ones standing We are the last ones standing Federation Square is where I'm meant to be Oh no, second place just ain't no place for me With pride on our side, the crowd screams out our names When you fight for the flag, it's not just a game We are, we are the favorite sons We take our places in the sun We are, we are the chosen few We gave it all that we had to We are the last ones standing We are the last ones standing Late September, the winds begin to change It's the sunset on a season's joy and pain With our heads held high and our backs against the wall When the clock runs out, one side takes it all We are, we are the favorite sons We take our places in the sun We are, we are the chosen few We gave it all that we had to We are the last ones standing We are the last ones standing
A song co-written by Perth sports broadcaster Dennis Cometti was preformed at last years Grand Finale.
Little-known American band McKenna performed Last Ones Standing at the MCG on September 25.
LYRICS:
Late September, the winds begin to change It's the sunset on a season's joy and pain With our heads held high and our backs against the wall When the clock runs out, one side takes it all We are, we are the favorite sons We take our places in the sun We are, we are the chosen few We gave it all that we had to We are the last ones standing We are the last ones standing Federation Square is where I'm meant to be Oh no, second place just ain't no place for me With pride on our side, the crowd screams out our names When you fight for the flag, it's not just a game We are, we are the favorite sons We take our places in the sun We are, we are the chosen few We gave it all that we had to We are the last ones standing We are the last ones standing Late September, the winds begin to change It's the sunset on a season's joy and pain With our heads held high and our backs against the wall When the clock runs out, one side takes it all We are, we are the favorite sons We take our places in the sun We are, we are the chosen few We gave it all that we had to We are the last ones standing We are the last ones standing