Bogan Lyrics

Well he's the king of fashion in his neighborhood,
With his ripped blue jeans and a flannel shirt.
His got a well kept mullet and a packet of smokes,
And his mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke.
Well his real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza.
And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but you can just call her Shazza.
She's a real top Sheila, a real top sort,
She'll even change your stubby while your watching sport.

But don't victimize him for his way of life,
He's sick and tired of hearing people say... Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan.

He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels,
With a home made spoiler made from crappy steel.
His got a pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys,
But his No Fear sticker is his pride and joy.
On a Saturday night the boys hit the town.
Yeah they're cruising the streets with all their windows down.
They put on some Barnsey and they're on their way,
You can hear the car coming from a mile away

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