The Yobs1

They call us the Yobs. Yes they call us the Yobs Is it time for a planning meeting – fuck yeah! Who’s gonna be there, where are gonna go Will Mooke make it with diplomatic immunity intact Who’s gonna be camp bitch They call us the Yobs. Yes they call us the Yobs First K down the road and the beers are flowing Time for a piss stop, time for a piss stop Roll out the swag and keep your fucking snoring to yourself Time for a wood pile chuck, a wood pile chuck Trout mouth is looking better after every beer … time to get out of here They call us the Yobs. Yes they call us the Yobs Saturday arvo hit the pub Who’s going to drive, who’s going to drive Another round of beers and a win on the fanny Fucking black caviar…….wasn’t a dud after all They call us the Yobs. Yes they call us the Yobs More wine, more wine the Yobs have gone full soft cock It’s after 12 noon time for a beer Put more wood on the fire and don’t burn the poker stick Cooking up a storm bacon and eggs never tasted better - Who put in the fucking asparagus you can stick that up your arse They call us the Yobs. Yes they call us the Yobs The weekend is too short, time to head home and long for a week long camping trip