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The moustache on his lip is pencil thin
Like the middle path through his hair
And although his friends call him Blokkies
His wife would calls him joubert

Ag christina christina he thinks to himself, you never could understand
What it feels like to dummy and to sidestep
With a leather ball in your hands

Man it’s hard to believe this is Blokkies joubert
The hooker in the springbok scrum
Cause he’s old and grey and he sits in his chair
In the slanting winter sun
But he made his name with that wonderful game that he played
In 1931

Well he sits in the lounge of the old age home
Just a north of beaufort west
And he watches a t.v. program of the springbok rugby test
Aas the images flicker upon the screen he can hear the manne call
They say hak hom hak hom Blokkies, Blokkies hak daai ball
En ons sê:

Druk hulle, druk hulle bokkies, druk hulle mannetjies flou
Hak hulle hak Blokkies, hak hulle bolletjie gou
Lig julle kniee druk julle driee daar agter die doellyn nou

He sits there in the afternoon sun, his memories come and go
He can clearly recall Bennie Osler and Boy and Fanie Louw
Yes, there they stand with the rest of the team
In the photograph on the wall
And if you ask him he will show you where they signed on his rugby ball

Een ons sê:
Druk hulle, druk hulle bokkies, druk hulle mannetjies flou
Hak hulle hak Blokkies, hak hulle bolletjie gou
Lig julle kniee druk julle driee daar agter die doellyn nou

Ja ons ouens was rof in die ou dae but we played the gentleman’s game
But it’s all been spoiled by politics never going to be the same
So he drifts back to the old days as he hears the manne call
They say, hak hom, hak hom Blokkies, Blokkies hak daai ball

En ons sê:
Druk hulle, druk hulle bokkies, druk hulle mannetjies flou
Hak hulle hak Blokkies, hak hulle bolletjie gou
Lig julle kniee druk julle driee daar agter die doellyn nou

En ons sê:
Druk hulle, druk hulle bokkies, druk hulle mannetjies flou
Hak hulle hak Blokkies, hak hulle bolletjie gou
Lig julle kniee druk julle driee daar agter die doellyn nou

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