Des Crabbe this is your life At least the life I knew And I thought I’d like to tell of it Before my life is through. I first set my eyes on you At coopers plains gymnasium I was told you were brought there By a mother’s strong persuasion You’ll remember that a little gym And the many training nights Your spars with Les Barber You might say were really fights. You played soccer for Caledonians And league you ran on for South’s And played squash for the Boomerang club You were a surf boat member at Broadbeach But I remember most of all Those early boxing bouts. Now as I dream and reminisce I remember well the night Right here in Beaudesert town You had your very first fight. You went on to be a champion A heavyweight of renown There was no one that I recall Ever took away that crown Or knocked you down. You once fought Tony Madigan Stayed with him in every round And Madigan had gone the distance With the great Mohammed Ali. At Brisbane’s festival hall You became the referee And one night with Ian Looker You joined in the fight melee. In pubs across this land of ours From Redland Bay to Torres Strait There are many hard drinking men Who call Des Crabbe their mate. Des Crabbe will be remembered Mostly for his fighting Let’s not forget his other skill His artistic sign writing. These are all good memories Des With you I can relate That’s something we would not do today But for the hand of fate. Or maybe for the strong discipline Of a firm but loving mother That spared you from the same fate That befell your only brother. Yes Des you’ve had a mixed life Some ups and downs and loves That no doubt you think about While pulling beer in pubs. Today there’ll be many stories Old timers stand and tell In a name that’s all good & holy I hope no dill rings a bell. So have a happy birthday Des With your mates from the square ring We all hope you get a letter From Charlie when he is king. |