🎤 THE GREAT STINKFOOT SAGA [Intro] (Spoken over a fat beat) Yeah… This one’s for me best mate Fussy… From the North Haven archives… Stumpy’s joint… If you know… You fuckin’ know. ⸻ [Verse 1] Back in the day at old Stumpy’s joint, Slabs on the table, VB by the pack. North Haven nights, everyone on the piss, Nobody knew it’d end up like this. Dee-See, Pasive, and a few regular heads.. There was this sheila, Angie by name, Every weekend she’d rock up the same. Good sort, good laugh, had a smile so sweet… But Jesus Christ… Those fuckin’ feet! I was pissed as a chook, Didn’t think twice, Made a decision… Wouldn’t recommend it, mate—fuckin’ no dice. Next morning I woke with regret in my head, Couldn’t scrub that memory no matter what I said. ⸻ [Chorus] 🎵 Stinkfoot Angie… What the fuck’d we do? Smelled like she’d walked from fuckin’ Taparoo Fussy laughed… Wouldn’t let it die… Till karma rocked up the very next Friday night! ⸻ [Verse 2] All week long he gave me hell, “How’d ya kiss her?” “Could ya fuckin’ tell?” Every smoko… Every beer… Same bloody joke ringin’ in me ear. Deep down though… I started to see… Old Fussy might’ve been jealous of me. Had a cheeky grin… Bit of swagger too… I reckoned old mate had a plan to pursue. ⸻ [Chorus] 🎵 Stinkfoot Angie… What the fuck’d we do? Smelled like she’d walked from fuckin’ Taparoo. Fussy laughed… Wouldn’t let it die… Till karma rocked up the very next Friday night! ⸻ [Verse 3] Last piss of the night, Stars overhead, Thought I’d head home and crawl into bed. Then across the yard… I heard that laugh… I looked up… Nearly fuckin’ collapsed. Spread-eagle Angie on Stumpy’s pride, Brown Mazda Six-Two-Six… What a ride. And there was Fussy… Arse glowing white… Going pumpeda, pumpeda with all his might. Like the bloody Duracell Bunny on speed, Old mate was committed… Planting the seed. ⸻ [Bridge] I stood there laughing… Couldn’t believe… The bloke who roasted me all bloody week… Ended up exactly… Where I’d been… With the Queen of the Great Stinkfoot Scene. ⸻ [Final Chorus] 🎵 Raise ya beers… Here’s to the boys… To dumb young blokes making dumb young noise. Years fly past… Life gets real… But mateship’s something money can’t steal. Here’s to the Fuss… From homeboys too.. what ever the fuck you’d call us now!! Hahahaaa Love ya, mate [whispering] Rebecca Jackman track droppin next..
