Lyrics:
Conversation with Ham A. Circa: Post House Motel.
Australians in Europe X 6
Never ever breathe
Australians in Europe
Get a whiff of Air and Helium
lent its light
From Tassie cold to Darwin hot
Through the Great Australian Bite
And the true blue rise again
As the sunrise tips her head
And I'm blessed
the house, there comes another loud familiar sound
COO-EEEEEEEE
G'day, Australian outback friends
Wade announces with an outback country roar
A flash of fiery
Mami twerkin on me
Australian coral reefs
Mami twerkin on me
Sydney Opera House lease
That phantom drop is out me
Bank deposit all G's
Infrared in that
salute and off you go to
Pick up the pieces on your own
And welcome home
Forty six thousand brave Australian soldiers and nurses were sent to the Vietnam
autumn in November
Are flying out to the South – are they
A victims of a propaganda?
Turn off electricity in your house, send the invitations
To every fox
Bushwick's getting me down
Storage unit
'Cause my new roommates never leave the house
These work-from-home freelance kids
I wonder how they can keep two months
You can find me at the block party
Yeah, we outside, it's a good day
Come through the the cross street where the sounds play
Got Australian gold
the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet
I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats
Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
Livin
(Trauma Tone)
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci' Runners
Rent a house
Chicago, the Midwest, that don't get no middler
That Last Dance look at Mike, Judge Mathis look-alike
Kid 'n Play at that House Party, just know that my
Underclass place, In European states
Poor whites face, Dire straits, Cold tears freezing
Sweaty, Grievance, Ukraine, Czechs Poland
Romanian, Since Islamic
Oy, Oy, Oy, Oy
I was lookin for the Opera House in Sydney
And where the hell is Carmen Sandiego when you need her, right
Left right right left
I'm
or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
Islamic?)
Bitch shut your fuckin' mouth
I'm a keep eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house
With a chain saw to cut me out (me out, me out)
I'll fuck
Everywhere that we go now, oh we don't make a sound
We're the quiet Australians and our houses are burning down
But we'll still fake the crown
jam
With the uplift mofo party plan
We're the organic anti-beat box band
One comes from the holy land
Another was born an Australian
Me I'm from
or your car
I'll shit on you
Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch
I'll shit on you
Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family
marvellous
We thank you you are splendid
The interview is ended
I'm from the journal, the ?
The telegraph, the times
We welcome all hungarians
Australians
Hey, hey, hey hey!
Hey, hey, hey hey!
Come on trip to
A wonderful place
Learn all about the
Australian way
Travel down under
You don't have to wonder
done the Australian way
The great brown land, stained by time
A melting pot of cultural slime
Import low culture from the world
Celebrate mediocity
the organic anti-beat box band
One comes from the holy land
Another was born an Australian
Me I'm from Michigan
But Hollywood is the land of lands
It's
fade in the bleach, hah
Applause, then fall through a man-made self
Talking to a doll at the pancake house (house)
Then bring the light sabers
So
Weh we ah pree
Good life more money
And ah nice house fi show mommy
From mi likkle and ah grow mi have ah dream
Seh sumum good in store for mi
Good
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