Picket Palace
Richo
[Chorus]
Richo, Richo
Richo, Richo
La-la-la-la

[Verse 1]
Who’s that coming onto the wing? (Richo)
You know you gotta kick it to him (Richo)
If not, you’re gonna cop a spray (Richo)
And he’ll probably get it anyway (La-la-la-la)
Who’s that one-out in the square? (Richo)
Big hands and beautiful hair (Richo)
You gotta drop it on his head (Richo)
He’s sitting at the Punt Road end

[Chorus]
Richo, Richo
Richo, Richo
La-la-la-la

[Verse 2]
Who’s that talking on TV (Richo)
With Lingy and BT? (Richo)
He’s charismatic as can be (Richo)
None of this “Oh boy! Wowee!” (La-la-la-la)
Who’s that coming crashing the pack? (Richo)
He’s one-out, just give him a crack (Richo)
Oh, how’s that hands in the back? (Richo)
He’s a tiger, yellow and black

[Verse 3]
Rain, hail or shine
He’ll be there with a smile on his face and a glove on his left hand
You’re more than just a footballer, Richo
You’re more than a commentator
You’re somewhat of a father figure to me
A nice warm pat on the back from you
Would sort me for life, I reckon
Good on ya, mate
You should’ve won that Brownlow, you were robbed

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Richo, Richo
Richo, Richo
La-la-la-la
Richo, Richo
Richo, Richo
La-la-la-la