Little while back I got thinking don't use the ute much anymore
Should retire the old girl gracefully, I'd look beaut in a new Commodore
They told me it'd take three weeks, three weeks, pigs f*****' a***
Cause as soon as I signed the dotted line, the f*****' bullshit started
Hey GMH you c****. Where's me f*****' car
You told me it'd take three weeks, it's been three f*****' months so far
I could've crocheted a f*****' Commodore by the time you c**** got started
GMH you c**** where's me f*****' car
If I'd wanted to listen to bullshit
I woulda' played one of me own CD's
And I could've fertalized the f*****' Nullabour
With the c*** you've fed to me
And as far as f*****' excuses, mate I'm a married drunk
I tell lies for a livin', so don't practice on me ya c***
Hey GMH you c****. Where's me f*****' car
You told me it'd take three weeks, it's been three f*****' months so far
I could've crocheted a f*****' commodore by the time you c**** got started
GMH you c**** where's me f*****' car
Next time I come to see you, I'm gonna bring me mongrel kids
And let'm loose in your f*****' showroom while I drink ya f*****' p***
And when the cops com'n round up my mob and sling us out the f*****' door
I'll go and do what I should've done, I'll go and buy a f*****' Ford
Not happy mate
Hey GMH you c****. Where's me f*****' car
You told me it'd take three weeks, it's been three f*****' months so far
I could've crocheted a f*****' commodore by the time you c**** got off your a***
GMH you c**** where's me f*****' car
I'll dob you in ya c****, I'll tell John Laws on you
He'll kick the f*** out of you
I saw GMH suck Kevvys c***.
Not happy Mate
Should retire the old girl gracefully, I'd look beaut in a new Commodore
They told me it'd take three weeks, three weeks, pigs f*****' a***
Cause as soon as I signed the dotted line, the f*****' bullshit started
Hey GMH you c****. Where's me f*****' car
You told me it'd take three weeks, it's been three f*****' months so far
I could've crocheted a f*****' Commodore by the time you c**** got started
GMH you c**** where's me f*****' car
If I'd wanted to listen to bullshit
I woulda' played one of me own CD's
And I could've fertalized the f*****' Nullabour
With the c*** you've fed to me
And as far as f*****' excuses, mate I'm a married drunk
I tell lies for a livin', so don't practice on me ya c***
Hey GMH you c****. Where's me f*****' car
You told me it'd take three weeks, it's been three f*****' months so far
I could've crocheted a f*****' commodore by the time you c**** got started
GMH you c**** where's me f*****' car
Next time I come to see you, I'm gonna bring me mongrel kids
And let'm loose in your f*****' showroom while I drink ya f*****' p***
And when the cops com'n round up my mob and sling us out the f*****' door
I'll go and do what I should've done, I'll go and buy a f*****' Ford
Not happy mate
Hey GMH you c****. Where's me f*****' car
You told me it'd take three weeks, it's been three f*****' months so far
I could've crocheted a f*****' commodore by the time you c**** got off your a***
GMH you c**** where's me f*****' car
I'll dob you in ya c****, I'll tell John Laws on you
He'll kick the f*** out of you
I saw GMH suck Kevvys c***.
Not happy Mate