Player 23

There are twenty-two manne in a rugby team today

One to eight the vories, nine to fifteen agterlyn

Sixteen to twenty-two the manne on the bench

But someone tough is missing, someone famous and intense

Jan, Jan, Jan hy's die soul van die span

Every Saturday at the game pak hy alles wat kan

Brannas, nartjies, sy kitaartjie, gasbraai, boerewors en bun

And he shouts vol uit sy bors uit: "I am here for you, my span"

And the team shouts "Player twenty-three, we are here for you, ou Jan"

Jan, Jan, Jan hy's die soul van die span

Twee-en-twintig manne in 'n rugby squad

But the twenty-third oke is a genuine stud

His name is Jan, he's every team's dream

Player twenty-three, there's a Jan for every team

His locker is a sacred space to where ou Victor runs

And there he puts his signed picture, groete van ou Jan

Spot him at the supermarket, hoop maar hy's 'n sport

As he signed his bum, Kankowski said: "I'm never gonna stort"

Jan, Jan, Jan hy's die soul van die span

Waiting for his turn to gooi, Jan's stick goes in the trash

But Schalkie grabs the precious prize and adds it to his stash

At the shoe store Jan is posing in his bright new orange crocs

And the okes can hardly wait to replace their rugby togs

Jan, Jan, Jan hy's die soul van die span

Twee-en-twintig manne in 'n rugby squad

But the twenty-third oke is a genuine stud

His name is Jan, he's every team's dream

Player twenty-three, there's a Jan for every team

It's a story about two manne from different provincial spanne

They often did compete to be the main bok on the street

So they eyed each other skeef, wondering who's the biggest fan

They checked each other's boerewors to see who is the man

Elton en Jan, die soul van die span

Driving to the game, Elton brags with his tjor

But Jan drives by and goois a wave and Elton smiles no more

The kole are just right for them and the struggle still goes on

It's a showdown at the stadium, it's Elton versus Jan

Elton en Jan, die soul van die span

It's a story about two manne, legends of the game

From Gauteng to the Cape, we'll remember their names

It's Elton and Jan, die soul van die span

Player twenty-three, the Bokke makes us one

Player twenty-three the Bokke makes us one