Your Mate from Skunge by Bunyip

Work, work, sport
Just bought a new car
Bitching about the taxes
And the bloke who's in charge
Doing reno's on the house
Hoo-fucking-rah
He's got a head like a clown
But he's not making me laugh
I'm thinking, "Fucking hell
What the fuck did I do
To get stuck
To get stuck here
Talking to you?"
Asking me questions
While spitting out food
I felt like dropping a fart
And clearing the room

He's your mate

He stands too close
And his breath fucking stinks
I wanna glass him
But first I'll finish my drink
He's whinging about his boss
Who's paying him a grand a week
He's got a hashtag opinion
On what he had to eat
He's a left-wing office worker
Gonna save the world someday
Monkey-suited, straight-laced
Shirt and tie, briefcase
He does the same shit
Same hours, same days
Week in, week out
Over and over and over again

If I see him, I'll chin the cunt

• Blues
• Metal
• Punk
• Rock
• Ballarat