~ Welcome to Quills ~

I'm goin' out tonight to hit the downtown pub
I'm gonna have a good time

Decked out in my flanny and my cement covered pants
I work downtown as a builder with a proud mullet hangin' out the back

Every lunch time we pull out the stubbies or the Bundies
And my sheila makes me vegemite and cheese sandwich

I'll crank up Cold Chisel in the rusty old jukebox
But will be mighty ripped if I ain't have my Jimmy Barnes fix

I walk around in dusty shorts showing off my lovely hairy legs
With my trucker cap protectin' me from the sun

When I'm not walkin' around downtown in my favourite outfit
I'm sittin' back in front of the AFL watchin' the Swannies play

I'm not a sports expert but that Barry Hall has an attitude on him
That makes what a man what he is

They say that nobody likes a bogan but they must love us
To name a town in Queensland after us

Best thing about bein' a bogan you get to have a lot of fun
Best thing about bein' a bogan - what's not to love about us?

We've got the hairy chest and the hairy legs like Brad Pitt
(But we might lack the dental work though)

We've got the irrestible accent and the drinking habits of Mel Gibson
(But we lack the anti-semantic slurs though)

We've got the tight speedos and the gorgeous bum like Russell Crowe
(But we lack the support for the Rabbitohs and the phone book throwing skills)

We've got the sheilas that have the hips of Angelina Jolie
(But they lack the fishlips though)

I just love bein' a bogan.
Man. I feel like Paul Hogan.