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The truck drivin' albun.
The first Vee Bees albun as a four piece which pissed off original members Tommo and Glenno cos they now only get 6 beers out of a carton when they used to get 8.
This albun features our best known song 'Drive Thru Bottlo' as well as some corkers like Drinking Problem (2 cans, 2 hands, only one mouth) and Roo Bar. Of course, every song on the albun is shit hot.
While I've got your attention I thought I might try and solve a dilemma....we're still trying to find out if there is a difference between a roo bar and a bull bar. Any experts in the field please get in touch. In fact, any dickheads in the field please get in touch.

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released June 6, 2006

Recorded at Redsun Studios, Fyshwick, May 2005 by Gordon Wood.
Artwork by Matt Taylor.

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The Vee Bees Queanbeyan, Australia

We are a 3 chord, dumb arse, punk'n'rock'n'roll band from Queanbeyan, Australia.
4 blokes, 3 chords, 2 brain cells, 1 carton of beer.
We formed in 2000 and are still hanging around like a bad fart, doing half arsed tours, and releasing albuns whenever we bloody well feel like it.
We're don't sing about nuthin' we don't know about.
Our songs are easy to play with a gut full of tinnies.
Get fucked.
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Track Name: Drive Thru Bottlo
DRIVE THRU BOTTLO

Driving down the driveway in me shitbox
I crunched her into first
Drivin' real slow, me arm's out the window
I'm not gunna stop, I'm gunna GO! GO! GO!
Going for me wallet thats in me hip pocket
But I'm sitting on it
Still it's a thrill when I get to the till
And grab meself some cans
Hey mate! Chuck it on me tab!
Down the

Drive Thru Bottlo
Drive Thru Bottlo
Drive Thru Bottlo
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Drive away down the driveway, drive thru the drive thru
I'm workin' up a thirst
I'm gunna go..I'm gunna go
I'm not gunna stop, I'm gunna GO! GO! GO!
Trying to make up me mind about what I'm gunna buy
But I can't decide
And it's lucky I brought the you beaut ute
Cos the hatch back jap crap got no boot
Down the

Drive Thru Bottlo
Drive Thru Bottlo
Drive Thru Bottlo
Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Going to a barby, going to a show
Gunna drive thru the drive thru.......Bottlo!
Going to a party, hanging round at home
Gunna drive thru the drive thru.......Bottlo!
If you don't know what to do, you don't know where to go
You'd better drive thru the drive thru.......Bottlo!
If you haven't got a car you'd better have a bloody go
At walking through the drive thru...........Bottlo!



Drive thru bottlo
Woah-oh-oh
Drive thru bottlo
Woah-oh-oh
Drive thru bottlo
Woah-oh-oh
Drive thru bottlo
Woah-oh-oh
Oh yeah!
Track Name: Roo Bar
ROO BAR

Driving forty-eight wheels rolling down the highway,
I’m don’t say much, cos I got nothing to say,
But I’m a man of action, I’m a blood spillin’, killin’ machine,
With a passion,
For lining them up and knocking them down,
Get off the roads when I’m around your town,
Cos it’s the thrillin’ of killin’ bloody-kanga-bloody-roos,
My way on the highway,
I got a roo in the bull bar, a bull in the roo bar,
I’m under the influence: Amphetamines and booze,
High-way on the highway,
I got a root in the front bar and a beer in the back bar,
Driving forty eight wheels rollin’ down the road,
Full load! Full load!
Guzzle down the fuel, guzzle down the grog, and guzzle up the go,
I’ll tally up the kill count sometime when I get home,
And I got blood on me hands from,

The thrillin’ of killin’ bloody-kanga-bloody-roos,
My way on the highway,
I got a roo in the bull bar, a bull in the roo bar,
I’m under the influence: Amphetamines and booze,
High way on the highway,
I got a root in the front bar, a beer in the back bar,
I’m off the road…again,
Forty-eight wheels rollin’ down the road,
Copper’s pulled me over, he’s checking me load,
I’ve got the road train road rage; I’m off my face,
I’ll tally up the kill count when I get home,
Forty-eight wheels, fifty-eight gears,
Truck stop prozzie’s ripping off my gear,
I’m mowing ‘em down from dusk ‘til dawn,
And while I’m running you down she’ll be blowing the horn,
And I don’t give a fuck but I’ll tell you something,
As long as I’m alive,
I’m gunna keep on truckin’,
I’m gunna keep on fuckin’,
I’m gunna keep on shootin’,
I’m gunna keep on rootin’,
Oh yeah!
Track Name: Bashin' The Bishop
BASHIN' THE BISHOP

Beating the meat,
Pulling the pud,
Feeding the chooks,
I’m jerkin’ the gherkin,
Going the flog,
Batting off,
Polishing the pork sword is…
Is really coming in handy,
Choking the chook,
Milking some man clag,
Wank-did-diddy-wank-wank,
I’m stabbing the cat,
Having a pull,
Having a toss,
I’m doing the knuckle shuffle
With Mrs. Palmer and her 5 daughters,
Woah, oh, oh, I’m bashing the bishop.
Pulling the pud,
Beating the meat,
Feeding the chooks,
I’m spanking the plank and,
Goin’ the flog,
Batting off,
Pumping me fist,
Wank-did-diddy-wank-did-diddy-wank-wank-wank,
Choking the chook,
Make the bald man spew,
Jerkin’ the gherkin,
I’m molesting the meat stick,
I’m havin’ a pull,
I’m havin’ a toss,
I’m shaking hands with the trouser snake,
Strum the one string bass,
I’m not a wanker!

Woah, oh, oh, I’m bashing the bishop.
Track Name: Up The Shit
UP THE SHIT

First time ‘round it’s a joke,
Fixed it up cos she’s broke,
Second time ‘round it’s bloody stuffed,
Kick that mongrel up the guts,

Up the shit
It’s all wrong, it’s R.S.
You’re in the shit, check the depth,
I’d thought that you would learn your lesson,
You shit your pants to keep me guessing,
Kaka from arsehole to breakfast,
What could really go wrong next?
It’s sublime, it’s not fine,
Change your undies, change your mind,
Up the shit
Up shit creek,
On high tide,
Barbed wire boat is up the shit.
Poo poo kaka
Track Name: Stay Ugly
STAY UGLY
Stay ugly.
Just like me.
You can’t polish a turd.
Bashed with the ugly stick.
As ugly as a hat full of chewed arseholes.
Track Name: No I.Q.
NO I.Q.
Well I heard somewhere that to play rock’n’roll music you don’t need no brain,
But compared to you, I’d win a Nobel Prize,
On absinthe and cocaine,
I’m dumber than I look but you’re so much dumber,
You haven’t got no hope
Does it run in the family? A lack of air to the brain?
Did you choke on a bloke?
And we got,
Four blokes,
Two brain cells and a carton of beer,
And you’ve got no idea

And the capacity of your head and my arse is about the same,
You’re as thick as two planks, you’re a bloody drongo,
You haven’t got no hope,
Does it run in the family? A lack of air to the brain?
Did you choke on a bloke?
And we got,
Four blokes,
Two brain cells and a carton of beer,
And you’ve got no idea
You’re dumber than I look,
You’re dumber than you look,
No I.Q.
Track Name: Drinkin' Problem
DRINKIN' PROBLEM
Two cans, two hands, only one mouth!
Don’t you really hate it when you’re having a drink,
You’re trying to keep up your fluids and you’re starting to think,
About ways to maximize your liquid intake,
And you’ve only had a couple out of the case,
When the idea comes to you its pure simplicity,
You’ll double up your drinks; it’s a matter of greed,
And so it’s two at a time and when it’s time for your shout,
That’s when you realize you’ve only got one mouth,
Two cans, two hands, only one mouth!
I’m gunna see someone about me major design fault,
Cos none of this shit is even my fault,
And the problems really startin’ to get out of hand,
Because I’ve got one mouth but I’ve got two hands!
I got one mouth!! I got two cans!!
It’s the bloody waste that I can’t stand,
I’m gunna get a doctor to sort me out,
I’m gunna get him to cut me another mouth.
TWO MOUTHS!!!
Two cans, two hands, only one mouth!
Track Name: No Worries
NO WORRIES

At the bar, down The Aussie,
Tryin’ to get a piece of Flossie,
Girl behind it won’t serve me,
Reckons that I’m off my tree,
Carn love, be a sport,
You served the last nine beers I bought,
Says I’m blind but I can walk,
I can’t be pissed, cos I can talk,

No worries, she’ll be right

One last beer, I’ve got the money,
Slurring words and speaking funny,
She turns around to fill the glass,
Smilin’, pervin’ at her arse,
Tell her that she is pretty,
She just smiles and takes three fifty,
Beer in hand, now cheers for that,
She’s a good looker, I’ve cracked a fat,

No worries, she’ll be right

Says her name is Rosalie,
G’day, I’m Norro, how’d ya be,
Would you like a lift tonight,
She says I’m pissed, she’ll drive alright,
Go outside to get a lift home,
I’m so blind, I’ve lost me bone,
Find out that she drives a one tonner
She is good, she’s a stunner
Left the pub in a HZ
I just want to get her in bed.
Oh no
Oh yeah
Track Name: 4 Days In Fyshwick
FOUR DAYS IN FYSHWICK
Power drinking commie reds,
Gordo’s chopping up the heads,
Bleeding fingers, rotten guts,
Twenty flicks for twenty bucks,
BBQ in Pirie Street,
Burning high country meat,
Beers’n’thongs’n’Aussie rock,
Car yards, brothels, adult shops,
Davo’s ripping out hot licks,
Tommo’s broken all his sticks,
Glenno’s charging on the bass,
Norro’s singing off his face,
Four days in Fyshwick