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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

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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.
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