Fair Dinkum Rock 'n' Roll & Get It In Ya & More

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The ute drivin' albun.
Released in 2007, this classic Vee Bees albun is actually a re-release of the 1st two Vee Bees EP's, 'Fair Dinkum Rock 'n' Roll' from 2000 and 'Get It In Ya' from 2001. Theres also a bonus track of 'No Worries" chucked in which was recorded in 2003 but un-released until this compilation, (although it was re-recorded on the Crack Us Anotha albun).
This albun has all the songs recorded by original Vee Bees with Tommo (drums), Glenno (bass), and Simo (guitar & vocals), until Simo left the band in 2005.
Features all the classics: C'mon Cunt, Beer o'Clock, Aussie Beef Snags, Whaddya Reckon About Me Ute, Pissed on Sunday..................

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released June 9, 2007

'Fair Dinkum Rock'n'Roll' recorded in a tin shed in Queanbeyan January 2001 by Tony Barrington.
'Get It In Ya' recorded at Red Sun Studio, Fyshwick Sept 2001 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: Aussie Beef Snags
AUSSIE BEEF SNAGS

Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh

Woah-oh-oh
Lets have a barbeque
Cos meat and beer
Is good for you
Isn't it about time you arksed yourself
Next time you sit down for a feed
Is this the recipe with all the energy
That my body needs?
If it's not then don't despair
Don't be overcome with grief
Cos it's not that hard to make things right
With beer, and Aussie beef

Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh

Woah-oh-oh
Lets have a barbeque
Cos meat and beer
It tastes good too
Yeah, you gotta get it in ya
Some flamin' aussie beef
You gotta get it in ya
You're bound to have a feast
You don't need a plate
Just grab a can and a snag and a piece of bread
With some sauce what more could you want
For a fucking main course

Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Aussie beef snags
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Aussie beef snags
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Aussie beef snags
Track Name: Shootin' & Rootin'
SHOOTIN’ AN ROOTIN’

Land cruisers
Six shooters
Rum and beer
Fishin gear
Dodgy swags
Dacca bags
Aussie snags
Quangers lads
Shot guns
Hot buns
Bush pig
Fifty quid
Swag shag
Old hag
Beer goggles
Empty Bottles
Track Name: Whaddya Reckon About Me Ute?
WHADDYA RECKON ABOUT ME UTE

Lowered three inches to get the bitches
Whaddya reckon about me ute
It's a custom built donk, got five on the floor
Whaddya reckon about me ute
Roll bars, spotties, table top, mags
Whaddya reckon about me ute
It's a one tonne V8 with a CB radio

Listen to her purr, it's pure perfection
Rollin' on the streets again
Doughies in the dirt and the stereos pumpin'
Thats why I get laid every night

It's a demon on the highway
Whaddya reckon about me ute
It's a demon in the dirt
Whaddya reckon about me ute
I got a pump up matress for me tray
Whaddya reckon about me ute
For all the ladies that come my way
Whaddya reckon about me ute


Listen to her purr, it's pure perfection
Rollin' on the streets again
Doughies in the dirt and the stereos pumpin'
Thats why I get laid every night
Track Name: Three On The Tree
THREE ON THE TREE

Pushed her on the forehead
Wearin sweaty palms
Blinded by the moonlight
Get outta here in my car
Well I got three on the tree
But I’m too blind to see
Sittin right next to me
Is a bottle of rum
With my trusty 308
Cause when I slam it into third
I start to come alive
Road kill stains the grill
And I’ve got bloodshot eyes
Track Name: Malua Bay
MALUA BAY

Gonna go north
Gonna go south
I’m gonna get wicked
I’m gonna get grouse
I’m gonna get tops
I’m gonna get ace
I’m gonna get the hell
Right outta this place
So come on get on it
At Malua Bay
I’m gonna go up
I’m gonna go down
I’m go stay home
I’m gonna go into town
I’m gonna go fishin, sip on a few
Surfs gone flat nothing better to do
So come on get on it
At Malua Bay
Track Name: Bloodnut
BLOOD NUT

Up early every morning
Up and out of bed
Get out a cigarette
To kick start my head
I grab the ham grab the cheese
Tomato salt and pepper
I wrap it up in glad foil
I’m putting it all together
Diggin in the dirt
I work at seven
Diggin everyday
I’ve got no brains
Open up me esky
I forgot me fuckin sanga’s
Once again
Up early every morning
Up and out of bed
Light up a cigarette
Then its time to butter some bread
I grab the ham grab the cheese
Tomato salt and pepper
I wrap it up in glad foil
I’m slappin it all together
Cause I forgot me sanga’s
I better go call me missus
She can come and bring
She can bring em out to me
Cause I can’t go on working all day
Diggin in the dirt on minimum wage
Without me fuckin feed
Track Name: Hey Mate
HEY MATE

You don’t give a shit about Gazza and me
You’ve done something wrong to the fuckin TV
You owe fifty bucks on last weeks rent
You’ve got no mull and you’re always bent
You got to the pub on a payday binge
The rest of the week you’re gonna be on the stinge
You pissed in the cupboard you chucked in the bed
You got no food but you’re always fed
Hey mate-you’re a dickhead
Hey mate-a fuckin dickhead
Hey mate-you’re a dickhead
Hey mate
Track Name: Full Flog
FULL FLOG
Goin out havin fun
On the bourbon on the rum
Drinkin scotch drinkin beer
Double rounds on the gear
Checkin in checkin out
A time to knuckle a time to shout
Grab a slice for a feed
Take a nap off the street
Take a piss up a lane
Wake up in the afternoon
And do it all again
Full flog
He’s a gun he’s a family man
He does what he can
He always seems to land on his feet
He’s a cunt of a kid
‘ ken oath
People that he meets
Someone up the street
Livin off alcohol
Keeps him on his feet
Lookin for a knuckle
Lookin for a knock
Put him in the lock up
Put him on the spot
Cause the centre of attention
Is where he likes to be
Once you’ve seen him once before
There’s nuthin left to see
Track Name: Quangers
QUANGERS

Yass road way
Poofs not gay
Munchie caught a pig
Craig took a swig
Workin all day
Drinkin all your pay
Beadies had a shocka
Goin to the knocka
Land cruiser utes
Talking bout roots
Playing with the dogs
Getting on the grog
At the Buffalo Tavern
We’re all havin
A couple or three
C & D and me
At Quangers
Track Name: Beer O' Clock
BEER O'CLOCK

You can get it when you're working a plough
You can get it when you're minlking a cow
You can get it when you're shootin' a roo
You can get it when you're having a blue
You can get it when you're digging a trench
You can get it when you're building a fence
You can get it when you're painting a sign
You can get it when you're selling fishin' line

It's time to rock !
It's beer o'clock !
Track Name: Up The Clyde
UP THE CLYDE

The time is right and it’s Friday afternoon
I’ve knocked off from work
The bags are packed in the back of the ute
And we’re drivin into the murk
You got your rod and you got your sunscreen
Sure you got plenty of beer
So you can sit right back and crack one open
And watch those girls roll off the beach
String bikinis hard zucchinis
Play on your mind in the sun and the moonlight
Shinin down on her pretty tanned skin
And her breast and nipples and her legs and her thighs
Goin down the bay
And I’ll be back Monday
If we make it up the Clyde
Cause there will always
Only be just one way
To get back to Batemans Bay
So you wind down the window
Stick out your arm
And make a devil sign with your fist
Comin up to a Braidwood stop
It’s time to take a piss
Grab a smoke and stretch your lungs
Don’t forget to have a pie
From here on in we’re goin up
Its time to play the Clyde
Track Name: Pissed On Sunday
PISSED ON SUNDAY

I don’t know anyone
Who would refuse a beer
On a Sunday afternoon
On my holy day of rest and relaxation
Is put to actin' like a goon
Pissed on Sunday
Forget about Monday
Pissed on Sunday
Pissed on Sunday
Forget about Monday
Pissed on Sunday
So you had a big one
On Saturday night
A fuckin blinder on the piss
And when you woke up
In the morning
Your head was full of mist
So take those daily vitamins
And shove em right up your arse
Cause the best cure for a hangover
Is a fuckin Sunday blast
Pissed on Sunday
Forget about Monday
Pissed on Sunday

Pissed on Sunday
Forget about Monday
Pissed on Sunday
Guitar Solo
Woah oh oh oh
Woah oh oh
Track Name: Suck Me Off
SUCK ME OFF

I'm just a man
I enjoy the simple things in life
I work for a living
And I stay right outta strife
I take what I can get
And I'm easy on my wares
But a little love and tenderness
Never goes astray

Suck me off
Tonight my darlin'
Looks like we could have some fun
Yeah
Suck me off
Until I'm black and blue
Cause in the mornin'
I'll still rise up like a gun

It's not that hard to please a man
So take it in your stride
Practise makes perfect
So practise all the time
Don't feel self concious
Just do it when you like
Do it in the car park
Or under city lights

Suck me off
Tonight my darlin'
Looks like we could have some fun
Yeah
Suck me off
Until I'm black and blue
Cause in the mornin'
I'll still rise up like a gun
Track Name: Fucked Up Druggo
FUCKED UP DRUGGO
Byron Bay new years day
Smackie hippie heaven
Best to stay away
Thousands of combi’s
Packed full of zombies
Stinkin feral stench
Makes me want to wretch
Dread locked hair
And dodgy tattoos
Coupla beers And then
A pin prick bruise
Standin in the street
In ya bare fuckin feet
Begging for change cause
You’re drug fuckin beat
Hey
Fucked up druggo
Track Name: Back On The Rock 'n' Roll
BACK ON THE ROCK'N'ROLL

Yesterday I left my job
And I left My woes behind
Life's greener on the other side
An I know I've got plenty of time
Life in the fast lane
Sure does get me down
I'm going back on the street
Start acting like a clown

I'm going back on the rock'n'roll
Unemployment soothes my soul
There's no place I gotta go
So today I'll just stay at home

Won't get out of bed today
Won't be a part of the working class
I got no time to find a job
And I know I'll just get the arse
Got plenty better people to see
Got plenty better things to do
Like goin' out on the piss
And spewing up all over you!

I'm going back on the rock'n'roll
Unemployment soothes my soul
There's no place I gotta go
So today I'll just stay at home
Track Name: C'mon Cunt
C’MON CUNT

There’s ice on the windscreen
And there’s fog on my breath
The demisting system has
Gone right down the drain
Once the fucker started
You’d think everythin’ll be alright
Whaddya think you’d say
When the cunt stalls at the lights

C’mon Cunt
C’mon Cunt

Bottles on the table
And there’s blood on the floor
There’s whiskey on the inside
And I’ve seen it all before
Memory is slowly coming back
But the night has only just begun
Who the hell was fightin’ here last night
C’mon then you cunt
C’mon Cunt
C’mon Cunt
When your car won’t start
And you’re runnin real late
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt
When you can’t get it up
And it’s on your first date
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt
When you’re stompin around
And you’re looking for a fight
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt
Or your waitin for a taxi
You’ve been drinkin all night
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt
When something’s gone wrong
With the fuckin TV
C’mon cunt, cmon cunt
When you’ve been fucked up
And you’re in a bad way
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt
When you call someone up
And they put you on hold
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt
When you’ve been date raped
And you’ve never been told
C’mon cunt, c’mon cunt