The neverending song

I talk a lot of football nonsense at work. We have a very bloke-heavy workplace, and it's a lot easier to get through the day chatting about who you would pick in an all-time AFL Enigmas XXII (Bruce Doull, captain), than it is actually talking about feelings, hopes, fears etc.

Anyway. We were talking about the Melbourne club song. It's a grand old flag, it's a high flying flag etc. Just near the end it veers off into 8 bars of Auld Lang Syne, before finishing "keep your eyes on the red and the bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue". I thought it would be great to just keep throwing in 8 bars of different standards, and actually never end. Here is my new version.

It’s a grand old flag, it’s a high flying flag,
It’s the emblem for me and for you,
It’s the emblem of the team we love,
The team of the Red and the Blue.
Every heart beats true, for the Red and the Blue,
And we sing this song to you,
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
Keep you eyes on the Red and the Blue
Way down upon the Swanee River, far far from home,
My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat,
Knees up Mother Brown, knees up Mother Brown,
There'll be bluebirds over, the white cliffs of Dover,
Zippedy doo dah, zippedy ay!
Camptown races sing this song, doo dah, doo dah,
Yankee doodle went to town, riding on his pony,
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands
They say the neon lights are bright, on Broad-way
I said hello, Dolly, well hellooooooo Dolly
Yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today,
Lets get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get-a physical...
If you knew Susie, like I know Susie, Oh! Oh! Oh, what a gal!

And so on. Suggestions on the back of an envelope please, or use the handy comments window.