A Number on My Back (The Wallaby Anthem) Songtext
von John Williamson

When I think of all the men that played
That took the knocks and made the grade
The legends that the game has made
I can′t believe I'm here

I′ll wear the gold with a sleeve of green
It makes me strong, it makes me keen
And I'll go forward like a steel machine
'Til cracks in the foe appear

Could it be a dream?
My father′s son, that′s me
Humbled by the truth, I am
A golden Wallaby

And I will seize the day
'Cause it belongs to me
I have a number on my back
I am a Wallaby


And if the ball won′t roll my way
No matter how I try that day
I won't let my temper fray
I′ll fight on 'til the end

And I will keep a solid chin
′Cause champions don't always win
They're known for coming back again
And we will make amends

Could it be a dream?
My father′s son, that′s me
Humbled by the truth, I am
A golden Wallaby

And I will seize the day
'Cause it belongs to me
I have a number on my back
I am a Wallaby

Could it be a dream?
My father′s son, that's me
I have a number on my back
I am a Wallaby