[Style: Dark Outlaw Country, Heavy Surf Rock Bassline, Driving 4/4 Beat, Gritty Telecaster Guitar, High Energy] [Instrumental Intro: Heavy thumping bassline, twangy surf guitar riff, slow and menacing] [Verse 1] (Am) Left the bush pad early, had a mission in mind (C) Two leather recliners we were desperate to find (G) Scouring Market Place, scrolling through the grime (F) Coops looked at me and said, "Macca, it’s time." (Am) We secured the first two, strapped 'em down tight (C) Then Coops started laughing in the morning light (G) He said, "Let's grab two more, double up the score (F) We’re taking these beauties to the river shore!" [Chorus] (Am) We’re the Aussie fishing heroes on a clusterfuck ride (C) Dragging lazy boys down to the Bremer riverside (G) Got the campfire burning, snakey tails in the weeds (F) A cold beer and a footrest is all a man needs (Dm) Hunting for a bully, waiting for the spark (E7) Sitting in a recliner, fishing for a bull shark! [Verse 2] (Am) We backed up the ute, unloaded the gear (C) Dropped the footrests out, cracked a heavy beer (G) Rigged up the heavy lines, threw 'em in the muck (F) Coops looked around and said, "We’re testing our luck." (Am) "Hey Macca," he muttered, eyes wide with doubt (C) "What happens if a big one tries to pull us out? (G) Should we chain these chairs to a gum tree trunk? (F) Before we end up drowning and completely sunk?" [Chorus] (Am) We’re the Aussie fishing heroes on a clusterfuck ride (C) Dragging lazy boys down to the Bremer riverside (G) Got the campfire burning, snakey tails in the weeds (F) A cold beer and a footrest is all a man needs (Dm) Hunting for a bully, waiting for the spark (E7) Sitting in a recliner, fishing for a bull shark! [Guitar Solo: Fast, heavy, distorted outlaw country twang, driving bass] [Verse 3] (Am) Well, the questions were raised, so we upgraded the rig (C) You gotta be prepared when the bully bites big (G) We reinforced the frames with a maritime anchor (F) Welded to the chassis, a real heavy-banker (Am) Click-clack went the seatbelts, locking us in (C) Macca and Coops, ready for the win (G) If the monster hits the line and the reel starts to scream (F) We’re strapped into the leather, living the dream! [Outro] (Am) Reclined and locked, campfire bright (C) Chasing Bremer river monsters in the dead of night (G) Hold onto your beer, don't let it spill (F) If the anchor holds, the chair surely will (Am) Just a couple of heroes... strapped in tight... (C) Waiting on a bull shark... (Am) Yeah, out of sight. [Heavy Bass Outro, Final Twangy Guitar Chord]
