Work, work, sport
Just bought a new car
Bitching about the taxes
And the bloke who's in charge
Doing reno's on the house
Hoo-f*cking-rah
He's got a head like a clown
But he's not making me laugh
I'm thinking, "F*cking hell
What the f*ck did I do
To get stuck
To get stuck here
Talking to you?"
Asking me questions
While spitting out food
I felt like dropping a fart
And clearing the room
He's your mate
He stands too close
And his breath f*cking stinks
I wanna glass him
But first I'll finish my drink
He's whinging about his boss
Who's paying him a grand a week
He's got a hashtag opinion
On what he had to eat
He's a left-wing office worker
Gonna save the world someday
Monkey-suited, straight laced
Shirt and tie, briefcase
He does the same shit
Same hours, same days
Week in, week out
Over and over and over again
If I see him, I'll chin the cunt
Bunyip - Your Mate Lyrics
Bunyip - Your Mate Lyrics
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Work, work, sport
Just bought a new car
Bitching about the taxes
And the bloke who's in charge
Doing reno's on the house
Hoo-f*cking-rah
He's got a head like a clown
But he's not making me laugh
I'm thinking, "F*cking hell
What the f*ck did I do
To get stuck
To get stuck here
Talking to you?"
Asking me questions
While spitting out food
I felt like dropping a fart
And clearing the room
He's your mate
He stands too close
And his breath f*cking stinks
I wanna glass him
But first I'll finish my drink
He's whinging about his boss
Who's paying him a grand a week
He's got a hashtag opinion
On what he had to eat
He's a left-wing office worker
Gonna save the world someday
Monkey-suited, straight laced
Shirt and tie, briefcase
He does the same shit
Same hours, same days
Week in, week out
Over and over and over again
If I see him, I'll chin the cunt
Just bought a new car
Bitching about the taxes
And the bloke who's in charge
Doing reno's on the house
Hoo-f*cking-rah
He's got a head like a clown
But he's not making me laugh
I'm thinking, "F*cking hell
What the f*ck did I do
To get stuck
To get stuck here
Talking to you?"
Asking me questions
While spitting out food
I felt like dropping a fart
And clearing the room
He's your mate
He stands too close
And his breath f*cking stinks
I wanna glass him
But first I'll finish my drink
He's whinging about his boss
Who's paying him a grand a week
He's got a hashtag opinion
On what he had to eat
He's a left-wing office worker
Gonna save the world someday
Monkey-suited, straight laced
Shirt and tie, briefcase
He does the same shit
Same hours, same days
Week in, week out
Over and over and over again
If I see him, I'll chin the cunt
Writer: Ned Madigan, Sam Gaston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid