I'm a bogan, baby, always was;
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I'm only happy when I punch a Mod -
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And in walks this pine head turd,
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I looked at my mates, said, "Thank you, God."
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Dyed black hair, done all spiky;
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Saw him laugh when they played Bon Jovi;
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Had a jacket on just like a bikie;
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If there's a bigger Mod, could you please show me?
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Chorus
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Snot nosed jumped up little bludger,
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When I see ya, wanna punch ya.
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Me and my mates were gathered round;
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What was on? Well, nothing much.
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Had me pair of mockers on -
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Denims nearly crushed my crutch;
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Thought I'd go into town,
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But then I said, "Well, what the fuck?"
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Fosters Car Park, I've always found -
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Just hang out there and I'm in luck.
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So we followed this guy out of the pub,
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Told him, "Rock and roll will never die",
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Then down on the dirty bitumen
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Me mates and I showed him just why.
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Do you wanna die for art?
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Do you wear black leather pants?
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Come on down to Fosters Car Park,
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Me and the boys give you your chance.
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The Fosters Car Park Boogie
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| TISM |
