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Intro
01:00
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2. |
That Doesn't Even Rhyme
03:38
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I've got a girlfriend and she's the best
I've got three kids and a house and all the rest
And life is pretty fuckin' sweet
I've got a surfboard rack and I've filled it up
I've got ten guitars and a pickup truck
Cuz ute doesn't rhyme with filled it up
And I don't do drugs like Kurt Cobain
But I do enough drugs to ease the strain of life
And life is pretty fuckin' sweet
And I've got a big telly and a PS3
But shit like that doesn't mean a lot to me
Cuz life is fuckin' sweet
But if you're sad and miserable
Well baby that's ok
Keep those problems to yourself
And don't fuck up my day
I've got a girlfriend and she's the best
I've got three kids and a house and all the rest
And life is pretty fuckin' sweet
I've got a surf beach five minutes away
I've got a skate park just across the way
And life is fuckin' sweet
But if you're sad and miserable
Well baby that's ok
Keep those problems to yourself
And don't fuck up my day
And I don't do drugs like Kurt Cobain
But I do enough drugs to dull the pain inside
And life is pretty fuckin' sweet... again
And I gotta get outta this town some day
But as long as I've got you, baby it's ok
Cuz life is fuckin' sweet
But if you're sad and miserable
Well buddy that's ok
Keep those problems to yourself
And don't fuck up my day
I've got a girlfriend and she's the best
I've got three kids and they're the best
I've got a little house and it's the best
I've got a great fucking life and it's the best
But if you're sad and miserable
Well buddy that's alright
You can let your problems drag you down
And keep you up at night
But if you're rude and horrible
I just don't have the time
You can piss and moan and hate your life
I'll just keep loving mine
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I'm going out, it's Saturday night
But I've gotta work Sunday morning
Don't worry mum, it'll be ok
I've done this all before
Six double blacks in forty-five
Two Johnny Reds and a shot of Sambuca
Off to the pub in the XR6
And that's when things got hazy
I woke up at 10am
And I should've been at work at eight
Six missed calls and I lost my shoes
I'll deal with this on Monday
I'm going out, it's Thursday night
But I've gotta work Friday morning
Don't worry dad, it'll be ok
I've done this all before
Off to the pub for a couple of pints
But then I got stuck at Ya-Ya's
Drank ten whiskeys, missed the bus
And that's when things got hazy
Started walking home at 2am
And the cops dropped me off at eight
Didn't wake up 'til dinner time
I'll deal with this on Monday
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I was a skinny red-headed kid
Born on April Fools Day
Pretty smart but a little bit awkward
Couldn't keep my shit together
Social interaction didn't come so easy
I got a job in a two pub town
Serving at the local
Pissing up all the money I made
Couldn't keep my shit together
Fiscal independence didn't come so easy
I'm an awkward, fucked-up, dead-shit prick
With a heart of gold
I'm always stoned
I'm thirty, broke, and fucked, again
But the only one I'd wanna be fucked with is you
I moved away when I was twenty-four
I couldn't stay in Melbourne
Getting outta town could've been a clean slate, but
Couldn't keep my shit together
My relocation didn't go so smoothly
I met a girl when I was twenty-eight
And I was at my lowest
Felt like the other half of me
Helped me get my shit together
Now she's around it's made my life so easy
I'm an awkward, fucked-up, dead-shit prick
With a heart of gold
I'm always stoned
I'm thirty, broke, and fucked, again
But the only one I'd wanna be fucked with is you
Yeah, the only one I'd wanna be fucked with is you
The only one that I ever wanna fuck is you
Yeah, the only one that I could ever give a fuck about is you
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5. |
Pretty Good Bloke
03:16
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It's Saturday night and you're down the pub
And I'm stuck inside with the missus and a bub
No more getting wasted, coming home in a body bag
No more easy women from the club
Things didn't always used to be this way
And the more things seem to change, the less they stay the same
Haven't been to a show since twenty-ten
And I haven't seen my mate's since New Year's day
Cuz I'm a pretty good bloke
But I'm pretty shit friend
And I've love to see your show
But there's a fence I have to mend
I'm a pretty nice guy
I'm just never around
And I don't wanna get your hopes up
Cuz I'll only let you down
And it all might seem a little disappointing
But nothing could be further from the truth
I never found much fulfilment, at the bottom of a pint of draught
And I'm always broke these days so what's the use?
Things didn't always used to be this way
And the more things seem to change, the less they stay the same
Haven't been to the footy since they shut Waverley
And I haven't called my mum and dad since June
Cuz I'm a pretty good bloke
But I'm pretty shit friend
And I've love to come to dinner
But there's a life I like to tend
I'm a pretty nice guy
I'm just never around
And I don't wanna get your hopes up
Cuz I'll only let you down
I'm only gonna let you down
And I don't wanna get your hopes up
Cuz I'll only let you down
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Dad's House
02:30
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Jen's riding shotgun, playing twenty questions
I'm in the back, wishing I could read my books
But they make me join the fun
A standard Sunday afternoon
Dad's in the kitchen, cooking pancakes
Jen's in bed, catching up with all her online dating
Might have found a great one
A "fuck yeah" Sunday morning dude
And you might think it's boring
To do the same thing every weekend
But home's the only place that makes any sense to me
Slap on a tracksuit, jump in the ute
It's off to the shops for the shit that we can't live without
Then off like a shot
Cuz dad's gonna do his nut in soon
Stuck to the couch, sitting in my boxers
Watching cartoons, while dad and Jen get busy in the shower
Then off to the beach
A fuck yeah Saturday morning, too
And you might think it's boring
To do the same thing every weekend
But home's the only place that makes any sense to me
It's Sunday night, I'm back at mum's house
Sitting down for some quality time
But I can't fuckin' wait for Friday night
And a "fuck yeah" weekend next week, too
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Uno On The Floor
03:28
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Do you wanna play Uno on the floor?
Do you wanna just sit outside and talk?
We could strip the couches and build a pillow fort
Or do you just wanna have sex with me?
We could go for a ride down to the beach
We could go catch some shitty waves
We could stay inside all day, play video games
Or do you just wanna have sex with me?
Do you wanna go camping on the weekend?
Do you wanna come meet my mum and dad?
Do you wanna go find a flat in Brunswick?
Or do you just wanna have sex with me?
Do you wanna go down to Hungry Jacks?
I could really go a chocolate sundae
We could go outside and dance in the pouring rain
Or do you just wanna have sex with me?
Do you wanna go travelling in the Winter?
How come I haven't met your mum and dad?
I didn't even know that you had a sister
Do you just wanna have sex with me?
Do you wanna play Uno on the floor?
Do you wanna just sit outside and talk?
We could strip the couches and build a pillow fort
Or do you just wanna have sex with me?
Cuz I really wanna have sex with you
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Attitude (A Mug Like Me)
03:50
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I've got a bit of an attitude sometimes
A problem with authority
People get the shits with me
Life's just a little bit hard for me sometimes
I get a little bit angry sometimes, too
Reeling off outrageous serves
Everything gets on my nerves
Life's just a little bit hard for me sometimes
But somehow through it all
I found someone who puts up with my bullshit
She's smart and cute and pretty, too
And I'll never understand why she'd choose a mug like me
I guess I could be a little better looking than I thought
I can be a little too cynical I know
Just a little too cynical I know
Can't see the good in anything
Looking for the worst in everything
Life's just a little bit hard for me sometimes
But somehow through it all
I found someone who puts up with my bullshit
She's smart and cute and pretty, too
And I'll never understand why she'd choose a mug like me
I guess I could be a little better looking than I thought
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9. |
Welcome Song
01:21
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I’m just here to tell you what you’re already thinking
Just here for a better way to supplement my drinking
Hopeless tales and dirty jokes, in a one-four-five progression
Let’s all put on our drinking caps, cuz deadshit school’s in session
I don’t play acoustic shows, cuz I can’t really play guitar
And I like to turn it up so you can hear me at the bar
I used to sing songs to make a difference, but now I just take the piss
And think of all the time I wasted, cuz it doesn’t get better than this
And I sing
Everybody come sing along and grab a drink on you
Let’s put to bed the past six days, and all they’ve put us through
Everybody come sing along, tonight we’ll deck the halls
We’re the kings of the castle, we’re the belles of the ball
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It's only 5am, but it's 35 degrees
Jack spent last night drinking and he's taken out the tree
The kids are getting restless
Mum's running out of patience
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
The kitchen's hotter than hell
But mum's still gotta cook lunch
The snags go on the barbie as the rum goes in the punch
Bob sets up the paddle pool
The Esky keeps the bevvies cool
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
Aunty Joan's arrived with a plate of salmonella
Uncle Tony sends his love but he's still stuck in the slammer
It's the first time Cousin Ben's been here
Since the turkey incident last year
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
Everybody's stuffed, so we head down to the beach
It helps to break the tension caused by mum's unwanted speech
She polished off the jelly shots
So we're swinging by the bottle shop
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
The sun begins to set
Another year in the books
A standard summer Christmas
Our backs and arms are cooked
Families go our separate ways
The leftovers drag on for days
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
The kids already wrecked their gifts
But mum couldn't really give a shit
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
The dog found Benny's souvenir
He leaves the same thing every year
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
No one's heard from Uncle Steve
Only six more days til New Years Eve
Christmas in the summer in the suburbs
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Grant Larseny Perth, Australia
Old enough to know better. Young enough that my body hasn't packed it in, yet.
People have described my music as the
following:
"Paul Kelly meets The Smith Street Band"
"A bit like Billy Bragg"
"Tony Sly meets Violent Femmes
"... not really my thing."
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