Nobody Likes A Bogan
Well he's the king of fashion in his neighbourhood
With his ripped blue jeans and a flannelette shirt
A well kept mullet and a packet of smokes
His mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke
His real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza
And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but ya just call her Shazza
Real top sheila, real top sort
She'll even change your stubby while you're watching sport
But don't victimise him for his way of life
He's sick and tired of hearing people say...
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels
With a home made spoiler made of crappy steel
Pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys
But his 'No Fear' sticker is his pride and joy
Saturday night the boys hit town
Yeah they're cruising the streets with their windows down
Put on some Barnsey and they're on their way
You'll hear the car com'n from a mile away
But don't victimise him for his way of life
He's sick and tired of hearing people say...
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Hey!
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, no, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, no, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
With his ripped blue jeans and a flannelette shirt
A well kept mullet and a packet of smokes
His mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke
His real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza
And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but ya just call her Shazza
Real top sheila, real top sort
She'll even change your stubby while you're watching sport
But don't victimise him for his way of life
He's sick and tired of hearing people say...
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels
With a home made spoiler made of crappy steel
Pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys
But his 'No Fear' sticker is his pride and joy
Saturday night the boys hit town
Yeah they're cruising the streets with their windows down
Put on some Barnsey and they're on their way
You'll hear the car com'n from a mile away
But don't victimise him for his way of life
He's sick and tired of hearing people say...
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Hey!
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, no, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
Nobody likes, no, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
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Writer(s): Charles Bruce Thompson
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