There was a player for Phoenix FC
The name of the player was Billy o’ T
The wind blew up, the rain came down
O blow, my Fever boys, blow
Soon may the Welly man come
To save us from our mid-season slump
One day when the football is done
We’ll take three points and go
Bill had trained five weeks, no more
When down on us a derby bore
Chiefy called the team and swore
He’d lay those JAFAs low
Soon may the Welly man come
To save us from our mid-season slump
One day when the football is done
We’ll take three points and go
Before the Port could cause disorder
The boys in yellow won a corner
All men in the box as Bill stepped up for
An Olimpico
Soon may the Welly man come
To save us from our mid-season slump
One day when the football is done
We’ll take three points and go
The high line held with defensive speed
Chiefy’s mind was not of greed
But he belonged to the Wellington creed
And still that wind did blow
Soon may the Welly man come
To save us from our mid-season slump
One day when the football is done
We’ll take three points and go
As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on
The game’s not lost, it will be won
The Welly man’s out there winning the ball
To encourage the players, fans, and all
Soon may the Welly man come
To save us from our mid-season slump
One day when the football is done
We’ll take three points and go
Soon may the Welly man come
To save us from our mid-season slump
One day when the football is done
We’ll take three points and go