04-02-2013, 02:15 PM
Let’s talk Aussie rednecks, well by crikey there’s a few,
Round here the sheep are skittish, as is every kangaroo,
We don’t have alligators, but them crocodiles will do,
Just round ‘em up an’ have our fun, then put ‘em in the stew.
Outback every Holden ute has spotlights on the top,
Just to let the wildlife know we don’t intend to stop,
All rednecks wear a mullet; we’re too lazy for a crop,
And chasin’ after wallabies is Down Under hip-hop.
We’re a bunch of criminals, so watch your wallet Jack,
Like to play our rugby (we like feeling up the pack),
Start a brawl an’ have a ball, we’ve got a zest for life,
An’ everybody here carries a dirty great big knife.
We talk real slow an’ don’t think quick, we’re pissed most ev’ry day,
Wear slouch hats an’ bikinis (‘cept the blokes, ‘less they’re that way),
We burp an’ fart an’ scratch an’ spit, to surfin’ gods we pray,
But mate, you’ll never know unless you come an’ say g’day.
Round here the sheep are skittish, as is every kangaroo,
We don’t have alligators, but them crocodiles will do,
Just round ‘em up an’ have our fun, then put ‘em in the stew.
Outback every Holden ute has spotlights on the top,
Just to let the wildlife know we don’t intend to stop,
All rednecks wear a mullet; we’re too lazy for a crop,
And chasin’ after wallabies is Down Under hip-hop.
We’re a bunch of criminals, so watch your wallet Jack,
Like to play our rugby (we like feeling up the pack),
Start a brawl an’ have a ball, we’ve got a zest for life,
An’ everybody here carries a dirty great big knife.
We talk real slow an’ don’t think quick, we’re pissed most ev’ry day,
Wear slouch hats an’ bikinis (‘cept the blokes, ‘less they’re that way),
We burp an’ fart an’ scratch an’ spit, to surfin’ gods we pray,
But mate, you’ll never know unless you come an’ say g’day.
It could be worse
My mom just read it and said (forgive her) 'ask that nice lady if she would mind if I read that at the ladies auxiliary meeting' . . . 
