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Drive Thru Bottlo
02:42
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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!
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Roo Bar
03:53
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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!
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Bashin' The Bishop
02:55
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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.
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4. |
Up The Shit
02:19
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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
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5. |
Stay Ugly
02:43
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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.
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6. |
No I.Q.
01:49
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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.
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Drinkin' Problem
02:55
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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!
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8. |
No Worries
01:53
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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
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9. |
4 Days In Fyshwick
01:57
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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
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The Vee Bees Queanbeyan, Australia
For fans of good time rowdy Aussie rock punk played at an obnoxious volume - preferably in a brewery.
Four blokes, 3
chords, 2 brain cells, 1 carton of beer.
This product is guaranteed to be played by animals and tested on vegetables since 2000.
Get fucked!
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