The Chad Medal in hiatus

With The Studley Trophy being announced and another season over, The Chad Medal is taking a break for a few weeks so that Laurie Holden can attempt to find a Plan B for Norwood coach Nathan Bassett and The Chad Editor can clear up the dose of the shits he's had since his beloved Bulldogs got rolled by the fucken eagles in the SANFL GF this year. Until The Chad Medal resumes The Chad Editor thought he might fill in the weeks by composing some musical tributes to some of the weekly winners. This week, Ricky Nixon is the target with a slight rewording of the Redgum song "I was only 19"

The Saints, the Swans and half of Melbourne had all seen their morals buckle
It was a long line of regrets
Ricky Nixon was the next in line, Kim made Little Ricky hard
He really wanted, to pound her furry cleft
He showered her with booze and drugs and got her hotel key
The picture in the paper showed him pissed and stoned and mean
There's Ricky, in his undies, and his hair all stained with Preen
Hey Ricky, we all know where you've been
As much as you denied it we know where the truth was at
You were rooting that tart ragged cunt for months
You made her room a home, VB and snow, on her knockers
Whilst you poked your fucken pecker through her scrub
And can you tell me Ricky why your head looks like a sheep
You pissed away your family for a slutty drama queen
That cheese under your foreskin, I don't think it should be green
Hey Ricky, her spadge ain't real clean
Ok she was a dirty slag who loved to spread her legs
But Ricky, take a good look at yourself
Was it really fucken worth it just to shoot your cookies off
Ya shoulda just gone and rooted someone else
The Herald Sun said gotcha, and Ricky fucken swore
They waited there for hours, till he'd finished with his whore
Splashed all over page 1, he looked like a fucken goon
Watch out cunt, karmas coming round soon
I can still see Ricky in his undies in young Kim's hotel
When he tried to ride her hard as Might and Power
And I can still see Ricky, on that fucked up tv bungle
How fucken funny, was it to watch him cower
And hearing his excuses fucken shat me right to tears
And his pissweak fucken half truths that we never thought were real
You stabbed your missus in the back, how do you fucken feel
You cunt, you're morally unclean
No cunt believes you Ricky, you're a slimy lying creep
You spent your fucken spare time up a scraggy, skanky teen
She was polishing your wood just like a can of Mr Sheen
Hey Ricky, she was aged 17.


L. Holden - fucking gold. This has inspired me to write one for Mike Rann, to the tune of John Cougar Mellencamp's "Jack and Diane".

Little ditty about Media Mike Rann
A fucking smarmy cunt that noone could stand
When Mikey was the premier
He met Michelle Chantelois he and rooted her

Suckin on his tiny cock in a car outside the Par 3
Michelle's sittin' on Mikey's lap
He's got his hands between her knees
Mikey say, "Hey Michelle wanna have a root on the desk in my office with me
Dribble off that waitress dress, let me do what I please"
Michelle say uh

"Oh yeah life goes on
Long after Media Mike has fucked off and is gone"
Say, "Oh yeah life goes on
Long after Media Mike has fucked off and is gone, now rock on"

Mikey sits back reflects his thoughts for the moment
Scratches his nuts and does his best Foley
"Well you know Sasha, we oughta fuck off to Italy"
Sasha says,"Baby, you can fuck off and take Chantelois instead of me"
Sasha say a

"Oh yeah life goes on
Long after you fucked Chantelois and now she is gone"
Say, "Oh yeah life goes on
Long after you and cunts like Foley are gone"

Gonna let it rock
Let it roll
Let the rolled up magazine come down
For rooting that mole
Hold on as premier as long as you can
Changes come around real soon
You're a deadset cunt, Mike Rann

"Oh yeah life goes on
Long after you fucked up the State and are gone"
Say, "Oh yeah life goes on
Long after you and Wang Wang and fucking Funi are gone"

Little ditty about Media Mike Rann
A dirty lying cunt that noone could stand