fuck everyone who doesn't like this song

Some of these lyrics are wrong

"And I'm missing about being pissed off about"
should be
"Reminiscing about being pissed off about"

"I walk around in track-and-thongs"
should be
"I rock around in trucker thongs"

"'Cause I'm flipped off, all the way to hip hop"
He definitely doesn't say "flipped off" - it sounds more like "trip hop".

"And that's a fact, that Chief Wiggum and the fact
That laggards like a magic pack of Tim Tams"
should be
"My rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams"

"sucking on the cut"
should be
"so good on the cut"

...also:

"I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty"
should be
"I got the style and profile, without the help of rhinoplasty"

"Kicking arse in the cha, but you can't ask me"
should be
"Kicking arse in the chart, but you can't class me"

"And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party"
should be
"And they're coming back just after the bukkake party"

"And you can see my peepee three feet behind the tv"
should be
"And you can see my peepee three feet above my teepee"

"I'll be at yo mama's if you wanna get me,"
should be
"I'm at yo mama's if you wanna come and get me"

Awesome song.

"I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock"

So awesome, I love this song. It's like the sequel to I Love Work

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PROPA LYRICS:
I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake
'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminising about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
So heard your mama's on the head of my knob
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk
So I clocked him - and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, because
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay

I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me

Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man

I rock around in track-and-thongs
Fucked off a buck-of-bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long dick.
'Cause I'm brit pop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read the book a lit'
Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it right at the iron chef!
That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef

Figjam!
The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
Weatherduck snobs and you sucking on a give-a-damn, so good on the cut
They should call me Edward Scissorhands

So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
I'm from the yipper, switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(West side, eeee!)
What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp
And I'll thank you to fuck right off
Professional fuckwits, take one night off

I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me

Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!

I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the cha, but you can't class me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
You just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party
Figjam!
My dick is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet above the tv
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!
(these cunts need a shape up)

I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, on the ground, like a bilby
Figjam!
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at yo mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? Wanna do it properly?
[Blam blam]
Ah fuck! Somebody shot me!

PROPA LYRICS:
I woke up this morning, but I didn't wake
'Til the afternoon, because I slept in late
With a great mental state and a date with destiny
I'll roll down the block without a copper even stressin' me
Let alone arrestin' me or giving me a ticket
It's coming into summer, and the weather's fucking wicked
So I figured I'd be hitting the beach
Look at skinny-dipper's titties and get something to eat
After half a pound of chips and a flounder burger
I was sitting on my arse like a council worker
Reminising about being pissed off about
My house burning down to the ground, and being out on my arse
Before my change of fortune
Now I score tunes, don't get up before noon
So heard your mama's on the head of my knob
And it's better than heading to my dead-end job
Because the boss was a cockhead when I was a clerk
So I clocked him - and now I don't work
It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, because
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay

I got the world at my feet, and my toe jam's nasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
I couldn't give a shit about your corporate hierachy
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me

Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man

I rock around in track-and-thongs
Fucked off a buck-of-bongs
If you don't like it, you can come suck a long dick.
'Cause I'm brit pop, all the way to hip hop
I get so plastered, you'd think I'm drinking gyp-rock
But I'm shit-hot, no matter how you look at it
And my lyrics make you wanna read the book a lit'
Don't - 'cause I'm cooking it right at the iron chef!
That's why I'm deaf, up to the high clef

Figjam!
The rhymes are fat like Chief Wiggum and in fact
I never lack it's like a magic pack of Tim Tams
Weatherduck snobs and you sucking on a give-a-damn, so good on the cut
They should call me Edward Scissorhands

So give a hand for me and my associates ... (You suck!)
Well that's just inappropriate
Smoke me a kipper, bitch
I'm from the yipper, switch
Side of town, don't forget to write it down
(West side, eeee!)
What the fuck? It ain't gangster rap!
Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp
And I'll thank you to fuck right off
Professional fuckwits, take one night off

I'm Evil Eddie with a rock-steady microphone mastery
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
As a concept, the intellect can't grasp me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me

Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!
Ahhhh! I can't believe how good I am, I'm the motherfucking man!

I got the strong profile, without the help of rhinoplasty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
Kicking arse in the cha, but you can't class me
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
You just had a threesome with ya moma and your aunty
Figjam!
Fuck I'm good, just ask me
And they're coming back this arvo for the bukkake party
Figjam!
My dick is bigger than a wigwam!
And you can see my peepee three feet above the tv
And if you are getting very sleepy, wake up!
(these cunts need a shape up)

I'm a jet-set, go-getter, but I got a vendetta
Just got a death threat over the phone
Better go lay low, on the ground, like a bilby
Figjam!
Chill man, people wanna kill me!
But I don't let that bullshit sweat me
I'm at yo mama's if you wanna come and get me,
You shady fuck, I may be stuck
In a crazy situation but I'm favoured by lady luck
You wanna stop me? Wanna do it properly?
[Blam blam]
Ah fuck! Somebody shot me!

its hilarious!!!!

It's beautiful day, and I can use a cliche, cause
"I am the greatest!" ...like Cassius Clay

I have a feeling the song generally explores the deeper meaning of egotism and effects that it can have on Australian society, particularly the lower socio-economic group.

On a more serious note, the lines "wake up!
(these cunts need a shape up)" are taken from/parody the sone 77% by the herd. (a great song also)

i saw these guys live, it was an awesome show, and this song rocks, its funny shit.

i cant belive how good this song is. my mates told me to listen to it and i fucken love it. Butterfingers are awesome

awesome song, so many great lines!

The lyrics r so wrong but the song is fucken awesome

hey i fukin love this song, real reflection of the aussie lifestyle lol gotta love butterfingers!!

butterfingers are from australia?

I hate them, I love them. I just can't decide. Their lyrics are a bit off-putting at the same time controversial but really catchy. I love the tune to "yo mama" but I don't want to listen to some you getting you know whatted by his friends mum! That's just yucko. But it still sounds sooo catchy.

i swear its 'we're the ducks nuts' not weatherduck snobs...wtf does that mean

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Verse 2 starts - "i rock around in trucker thongs, fucked off on bucket bongs"
and then further on its - "We're the ducks nuts and you suck and i don't give a damn"

And just to be a picky arsehole...its "you can see my peepee three feet above a teepee".... sticking with the wigwam theme...and last one....i think the bits between verses is "I can't believe how dope i am...i'm the mother fucking man"...i could be wrong though

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the lyrics are so blaitenly

"we're the ducks nuts and you suck and i dont give a damn"

NO

weather ducks snobs and you sucking on a give a damn.

Think you're tougher, then you'd probably suffer wanker's cramp

lololololololololololololol... gold

Do you suppose that "ducks nuts" is a slightly more profane version of "ducks guts", meaning essentially "good" in Aussie slang? I've only really heard the latter (and mostly from my father, who doesn't swear very often).

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"I'm from the yipper, switch" side of town...

nobody has corrected this line yet. he's saying "i'm from the ippa-swich side of town" referring to IPSWICH, west of brisbane (thus the gangsta 'west side eeee')

also when he talks about 'the valley' (i don't think he does in this song), he's referring to FORTITUDE VALLEY, which is a nightclub precinct adjacent to the CBD of brisbane.

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