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Got a car that donât handle corrugation too well
Got a tent that donât deal with the winds from hell
Only got two logs to burn the rest of our fire
We got plenty of tinnies to swill our desire
Bloodhounds await their Saturday clash,
its too bad we couldnât find that little wood stash
Weâre down on the foot, the camp fire weâve put
And thereâs a bourbon or two in me,
and thereâs a bloody great moth on your knee
The three of us trying to share the same bed,
in the morning youâll cook us sausos and eggs
It donât matter the car it looks like a bomb,
cause when you drive it fast it cruises along
We didnât expect the FUG to blow smoke,
looks like the radiators gonna make us broke
Weâre down on the foot, the camp fire weâve put
And thereâs a bourbon or two in me,
and thereâs a bloody great moth on your knee
Looks like the boys arenât gonna make the game,
I guess the team just wonât play the same
Weâre down on the Yorks, where we canât be sure
Speculate he might, the sauloâs are on your right
Weâre down on the foot, the camp fire weâve put
And thereâs a bourbon or two in me,
and thereâs a bloody great moth on your knee
A fucking great moth on your knee