Tu-plang

Music is sport
Come gather round the court
Come sweat and scream for your favourite team
As you cheer and down a beer
You think they're looking like they could be back in form this year;
They're sporting all the name gear

They got the shoulder-smacking corporate-backing
Lights ablaring things are happening
You see the media sacarin glistening on their tongues
They'll be climbing up the rungs to the top of the industry echelons

Keep it going on cos they didn't just come to play they came to win
Pros like them know losing is a sin
And when it comes down to handling their balls
These boys'll give it their all from hand to eye
Down the line super fine control
Backhand forehand underhand power plays
They'll be leaving all the opposition in a stunned daze

Fast man
They leave the rest behind
You find they always have the last laugh
As the crowd roar

Music is sport (x2)

The fests are the test they're like the musical olympics
Or like grand final meets without the seats
It's band vs. band in an action packed day of non stop play off
Where's the fucking pay off?

One gets the mic
One makes the pass
One executes the play
Time for a mexican wave

Crowd goes wild for racket skills
I teach lessons in regression but it sure don't pay the bills
What the hell we hitting for?
Record companies keeping score;

Trying to get those shiny plaqued trophies for the office wall
Pumping out the hits to feed the media blitz
Now watch the swollen champs blow the champers on bikini clad tits
Busted through a banner backstage

High five and then we pray to god;
Before we play to the throbbing mob
So if you're ever on the sideline or sweating on the court
Just remember my friends

Music is sport (x4)

If i were the third world my ass'd be numb from the fucking
Could i get a word in? before you slide the fucking turd in
Taken all the g7 dick i can handle
Time to go down and bite off the roman candle

Thanks for the aid now i pay you back triple
Business as usual gang rape a cripple
You got the gatt in the small of my back
So you wanna tell me where your conscience is at?

Thanks for the aid you traders enslave (x2)

Jesus god fuck it gotta make a profit
Pop it in the coffin marked structural adjustment
Check out the scenery high yielding greenery
Can't feed the kids but would you like a cup of coffee?

Chemical intravene fat plantation
Where'd you get the shit? oh buy it from satan
Just round the corner service with a smile
His first name's car his last name's gill
Thanks for the aid you traders enslave (x4)

Another sick pauper ha i don't wanna bore you
You've got me by the balls so of course i abhore you
Well i just work here but i can sympathise
You fuck with the world bacnk they cut you down to size

I.m.f. are insane mother fuckers
The pushers come to shove us with the shit from above us
Bad karma no drama
But just try fuck with the indian farmers

The traders enslave dig them a grave (x4)

I sit and wait until that moment arrives
I'm so excited that i tingle inside
She picks me up in that long white car
We go a-camping and we count all the stars

She drives a cammy and it's wired for sound
It purrs so sweetly when she puts her foot down
Out to the country where the air if fresh
Just to be with her is just what i like best

I see her pale skin shine in the sun
She's got her 15+ sunblocker on
I can tell you that our love will be strong
After the boys of noise have gone

We're always planning about running away
So we can be together every day
When she's not here i don't know how i survive
I hurt myself cos i forget i'm alive

We run and hide from all the other boys
And sit in parks with educational toys
We sit and sip hot water and milk
And talk about how all the blood got spilt

We like to lie in bed and watch tv
And gasp in awe at miffy's simplicity
And when the rest is all said and done
I feel so good cos she's my geek love

We're always planning about running away
So we can be together every day
One day i know that all my dreams will come true
And i'll be rocking in porch rockers with you

Happiness is a kong foo sing
With good fortune that it brings
So quit your moping
And crack one open
Smiles abound
The cookie has spoken

Ah the kong foo sing
Yeah the kong foo sing
Ah the kong foo sing
It's the king

The kong foo sing is a holy scripture
I heard the word i got the picture
Ancient wisdom in a cruncy treat
The place where the faith and the flavour meet

Tasty biscuit holds a ticket
Never did i ever feel so uplifted
I once was nothing now i rock the stack
When i was young i got the foo sing contract

Ah the kong foo sing
Yeah the kong foo sing
Ah the kong foo sing
It's the king

The kong foo sing can you say no?
Do you see how to be getting with the flow?
No one to be shown within the wrapping of the dough
Crack 'em by the stack and then you won't be feeling low

Ah the kong foo sing
Yeah the kong foo sing
Ah the kong foo sing
It's the king

I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
Looking like your love drowned in the sea
I'm fishing in the sun i'm melting
Rub me on your cunt i'll come back again

I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
The sun beat me down too viciously
It beat me to the ground to what i used to be
I've melted away i'm nothing again

I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me
I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me

I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me
Talk to me in my grave and mourn me
It can be the same just begin again

I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
Looking like your love drowned in the sea
I'm fishing in the sun i'm melting
Rub me on your cunt i'll come back again

I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me
I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me
I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me
I'm your blubber boy you should rub me
I've melted away so bury me

Rub me i'm your blubber boy (x16)
Rub me...

Once there was a girl whose lover drowned
Nothing to console her could be found
She took a chunk of blubber from a whale
She carved herself another to perfect scale

Well dorothy no one from any other country
Had heard anything like it before
So they just christianed it
The australian style of yodelling