Stupid Sexy Flanders

I was driving round doing a mainy
Say G'day to the people in the street
Look ahead and whoops-a-daisy
It's a copper with the RBT

He asked how much have you had to drink son?
You were swerving and you smell like a beer
I leaned in without hesitation
And I whisper in his ear

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Then I went to go get a haircut
Just a little bit off the top
Walked in and saw the barber
He said 'Mate you look like a mop!'

He was chopping for about an hour
Bits were coming off everywhere
Then he finally showed me the mirror
And I didn't have any more hair

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I was riding round rocking a chrome dome
People treating me like an adult
Thought I'd better take out a home loan
And went to the bank for a consult

He asked how much have you tucked away mate?
Houses here can go for quite a bit
I cracked out the trusty bank state
He laughed 'rack off you little shit!'

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Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Threadgold
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