1. |
The Goon Song
03:06
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It's making me sick
I'm gonna spew
I feel like a glass of Goon
How about you?
That shit's infection
Cold to perfection
It's mutilation
Join the Goon nation
Don't have frustration
It's just a relation
Got nothing but admiration
For you my Goon!
Cold arse Goon!
Four litre Goon!
Ten dollar Goon!
I feel better now
Thanks to Goon
My yellow lover
Drinks are on you!
That shit's infection
Cold to perfection
It's mutilation
Join the Goon nation
Don't have frustration
It's just a relation
Got nothing but admiration
For you my Goon!
Cold arse Goon!
Four litre Goon!
Ten dollar Goon!
Goon!
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2. |
Death Bag
01:12
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We're on the death bag
Wake up next to a slag
Puke in her handbag
We're on the death bag!
Death Bag!
The silver wrecking ball
Hits and I fall
My fucking heart stalls
We're on the wrecking ball!
Wrecking Ball!
Goon Sack!
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3. |
Love In A Box
02:14
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I smoked one hundred cigarettes
And I've got myself no regrets
I drank down that cask of wine
I had myself a fucking great time!
Love in a box!
Wine in a box!
Love in a box!
Goon in a box!
You told me that it was a waste of time
I told you "Mum, you are just not right"
It comes in Red and it comes in White
I had myself a fucking great night!
Love in a box!
Wine in a box!
Love in a box!
Goon in a box!
Love in a box!
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4. |
Goon But Not Forgotten
03:50
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It's two o'clock
And the moon it is going down
The party has all left
The bag is all gone now
You gave me a time
I won't fucking forget
You my Goon
Oh there's something I regret
You should have gotten more from me
I drained you of your pride
Goon my goon
I might as well have died
I wanted to keep you
As my new pillow
But they all put holes in you
Now you're mine to wallow.
I stared into your eyes that night
Your texture was a yellow white
I poured you into another glass
You're a taste that will always last
You're a taste I was always longing
You will never do me wrong and
You will never go rotten
You are Goon but you are not forgotten!
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5. |
Melbourne Bitter
01:33
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There's no fucking beer called Sydney
And there's no fucking beer called Perth
There's no fucking beer like we like it here
Anywhere on fucking earth
This is a Melbourne town
Melbourne is a Melbourne town
And if you don't like the sound of that
Then we hope you fucking drown
There's no fucking beer called New York
And LA is a fucking pit
There's no fucking beer called anywhere from there
Cos American beer is shit!
This is a Melbourne town
Melbourne is a Melbourne town
And if you don't like the sound of that
Then we hope you fucking drown
You don't have to like Crown
And you don't have to like King's Way
You don't even have to like the MCG
Cos they don't serve Melbourne anyway
This is a Melbourne town
Melbourne is a Melbourne town
And if you don't like the sound of that
Then we hope you fucking drown
This is a Melbourne town
We really don't hope you drown
Come and have a beer with us
Just fucking get on down!
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Keggin Melbourne, Australia
4 Piece from Melbourne. Giving you stuff to get through the night and into the next day.
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