Area 7 Nobody Likes A Bogan Lyrics

Nobody Likes A Bogan Lyrics

Well he's the king of fashion in his neighborhood,
With his ripped blue jeans
and a flannel shirt.
His got a well kept mullet and a packet of
smokes,
And his mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke.
Well his
real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza.
And his girlfriend's name
is Sharon, but you can just call her Shazza.
She's a real top Sheila, a real
top sort,
She'll even change your stubby while your watching
sport.


But don't victimize him for his way of life,
He's sick and
tired of hearing people say...


Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody
likes a bogan.
Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a
bogan.


He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels,
With a home
made spoiler made from crappy steel.
His got a pair of fluffy dice and all
the other toys,
But his No Fear sticker is his pride and joy.
On a
Saturday night the boys hit the town.
Yeah they're cruising the streets with
all their windows down.
They put on some Barnsey and they're on their
way,
You can hear the car coming from a mile away.