Australian made Chuck’n Twenty bucks fuel in, makeout I’m bankrupt, Mate’s got a project, N we Cruisin’ to the servo, hot pie from the warmer I’ll warn ya, I’m lookin’ dangerous, Roll up late, roll up when I want, no paper I’m making a bong, rock up dusty in thongs, Talkin’ big game while we’re sinkin’ a few, Sunburnt neck, dirty hands, that’s proof, Been workin’ all week, now we’re cuttin’ loose. Got a pack of smokes, one lighter for the crew, Pass it round twice and somehow it goes missin’ too, One bloke swears black and blue he never touched a thing, Then it’s sittin’ in his pocket next to everything. Out by the river where the mozzies attack, Esky full of ice and the speakers in the back, Someone starts rappin’, someone starts yellin’, Someone’s tellin’ stories that definitely never happened. Old mate he was makin’ six figures, Fightin’ off models livin’ much bigger, Still borrowin’ fifty for abitta dinner, Still we laugh cause the night’s too good, Everybody actin’ like the neighbourhood should, Throw another story on the firewood stack, Half true, half rubbish, but we’re cool with that. Mechanic by trade, got grease on my skin, If it runs rough, better be pullin’ it in, Spanner in hand, get the job done quick, While some blokes online just talkin’ their shit. Never been fancy, never chased trends, Just good mates, good times, and a couple loose ends, If life’s a race, I ain’t stressin’ the bend, I’m enjoyin’ the ride till the whole thing ends. Sydney to Perth, bush tracks to the coast, Every pub’s got a bloke that’ll brag the most, Every town’s got legends nobody knows, That’s the stuff that keeps Australia gold. 🇦🇺
