Gala Night
Yo in the burra where the country roads wind
Lives MAL with a beat in his mind
Preppin' for a gala a night of bright lights
But the shops in the burra got no tux in sight
Hittin' up the spots searchin' every aisle
Need to stunt hard rockin' high-profile
But all they got is flannel and some farm swag
Man I can't roll up lookin' like I chop logs and brag
From the burra to the Gatha gotta make the run
Gala night spotlight gotta shine like the sun
But the stores are empty no suits to fit the thrill
Plaid lumberjack shirt K-Mart jeans in my head
Yeah hit the op shops but they all sold out
At the I G A only grandma's sweaters about
Cruisin' to Gatha in a Holden ute
Thinkin' they got gear that'll make me look beaut
But every salon booked man I'm losin' hope
The rest of the orchestra look pro I'm feelin' like a dope
Finally got the haircut tried to comb it with flair
Had to do it or the missus'd say she don't know me there
Takin' extra time lookin' fresh and neat
Even shaved and took a shower yeah I'm on my feet
Couldn't get a tux so it's jeans and a tee
Or will Troy lend me his mankini?
Maybe a wig and a dress to give 'em a laugh
In this small-town gala we'll have a blast
From the burra to the Gatha gotta make the run
Gala night spotlight gotta shine like the sun
But the stores are empty no suits to fit the thrill
Plaid lumberjack shirt K-Mart jeans in my head
In my plaid shirt and jeans rollin' to the scene
Owning the look with a gangsta lean
Crowd's goin' wild feelin' my vibe
It ain't about the clothes it's the music and the tribe
At the gala people lookin' wonderin' if I'm broke
Thinkin' MAL is homeless needin' a donation coat
Wonderin' if I'm broke maybe he is who knows?
Spent all his dough on cheese he don't care if his look is like Farmer Joe
The gala's really fancy with the finest sausage rolls
Party pies Burra Brewery beers and fairy bread to console
Makin' this night legendary beyond compare
With all the tasty treats good vibes in the air
This gala's the event of the year without a doubt
Bigger than the footy finals makes the town shout
All the folks dressed up like it's New Year's Eve
But here I am in plaid you better believe
From the burra to the Gatha made my way
Gala night spotlight it's my time to slay
Though the stores had nothin' no suit to fit the thrill
In my plaid shirt and jeans I made the night come alive
MAL the maestro with a heart so pure
In my plaid shirt jeans bringin' the overture
Gala night was epic more than the Tony's dream
It ain't about the threads it's the music and the team
Lives MAL with a beat in his mind
Preppin' for a gala a night of bright lights
But the shops in the burra got no tux in sight
Hittin' up the spots searchin' every aisle
Need to stunt hard rockin' high-profile
But all they got is flannel and some farm swag
Man I can't roll up lookin' like I chop logs and brag
From the burra to the Gatha gotta make the run
Gala night spotlight gotta shine like the sun
But the stores are empty no suits to fit the thrill
Plaid lumberjack shirt K-Mart jeans in my head
Yeah hit the op shops but they all sold out
At the I G A only grandma's sweaters about
Cruisin' to Gatha in a Holden ute
Thinkin' they got gear that'll make me look beaut
But every salon booked man I'm losin' hope
The rest of the orchestra look pro I'm feelin' like a dope
Finally got the haircut tried to comb it with flair
Had to do it or the missus'd say she don't know me there
Takin' extra time lookin' fresh and neat
Even shaved and took a shower yeah I'm on my feet
Couldn't get a tux so it's jeans and a tee
Or will Troy lend me his mankini?
Maybe a wig and a dress to give 'em a laugh
In this small-town gala we'll have a blast
From the burra to the Gatha gotta make the run
Gala night spotlight gotta shine like the sun
But the stores are empty no suits to fit the thrill
Plaid lumberjack shirt K-Mart jeans in my head
In my plaid shirt and jeans rollin' to the scene
Owning the look with a gangsta lean
Crowd's goin' wild feelin' my vibe
It ain't about the clothes it's the music and the tribe
At the gala people lookin' wonderin' if I'm broke
Thinkin' MAL is homeless needin' a donation coat
Wonderin' if I'm broke maybe he is who knows?
Spent all his dough on cheese he don't care if his look is like Farmer Joe
The gala's really fancy with the finest sausage rolls
Party pies Burra Brewery beers and fairy bread to console
Makin' this night legendary beyond compare
With all the tasty treats good vibes in the air
This gala's the event of the year without a doubt
Bigger than the footy finals makes the town shout
All the folks dressed up like it's New Year's Eve
But here I am in plaid you better believe
From the burra to the Gatha made my way
Gala night spotlight it's my time to slay
Though the stores had nothin' no suit to fit the thrill
In my plaid shirt and jeans I made the night come alive
MAL the maestro with a heart so pure
In my plaid shirt jeans bringin' the overture
Gala night was epic more than the Tony's dream
It ain't about the threads it's the music and the team
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Mccaffery
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