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
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
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
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
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!'
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm
Feels like I'm
Feels like I'm wearing
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
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
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
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
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!'
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm wearing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Feels like I'm
Feels like I'm
Feels like I'm wearing
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Threadgold
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