To the
tune of glory glory
When I
first became a bird
My mother
was appalled.
She
said Girls dont play Rugby
What was
wrong with your netball?
I said
Mum, Im a dirty girl
And netball
is for wimps.
And I
shouted Ruck me, maul me, make me scrum!
CHORUS
Ruck me, maul me, make
me scru-um
We
take passes from the back but never from the front
Ruck
me, maul me, make me scru-um
Were
Brum Medics Rugby Birds!
They told
me be a hooker
And I
thought I was quite good
I shagged
all of the coaches,
And the
players that I could.
And then
somebody told me that
The hooker
throws the balls..
And the
boys, they didnt like it at all!
CHORUS
I saw
it on the telly
And I
thought the scrum looked fun
Lots of
girls in one big cuddle,
Blimey,
I was wrong!
First
I had to stick my head
Between
my mates backsides
And I
didnt really mind, 'til someone stuck their head up mine!
CHORUS
They told
me only to go down
On tackles
that were hard
But its
rugby I need help with,
Blow jobs
really aren't a prob
And then
they told me
Wear a
gum shield-to protect my teeth.
But I
find a condoms quite enough for me!
Ruck me, maul me, make
me scru-um
We
take passes from the back but never from the front
Ruck
me, maul me, make me scru-um
Were
BRUM MEDICS RUGBY BIRDS!!!!!!