( written & performed by The Kid)
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed, love
Sick of tryina pick up chicks in this sh**
f** you b**h, Sydney is a pit full of grit, eat a dick
you think you're special, Daddy's little angel
you're insane girl, I bet you're really into an*l in the chain world
Get out of here, you don't belong
Distraction in a thong, punch a bong, write a song
who the f** you think you are?
think you're ooh la la, la di da to drink with the commoner
well f** you, I'm king and you're nothing to me
just a stupid little thing with a string a newbie
"oh my cousin is david beckham?" "oh you reckon?" "yes I reckon"
now you're sitting in the special section
full of crap, well this chap in the hat won't buy that
your life ain't no facts
"oh my dad owns five hotels including this one and that one"
shut the f** up, your lies smell, s** a fat one
and you probably do, and who do you choose?
not the mad c*nt now reekin' a-booze
and I lose again, did I offend?
at least I don't pretend to have friends, and you send me bound the rend love
with your long blonde hair and your wrong front there
make me stare when you're sitting in the deckchair
at this crazy party night you're hardly right when you speak out your mouth
and the boys don't mind when you describe
they agree to your dribble, and you sit in the middle and you play your fiddle
you're a tease for the skeeze but you only stay a little while
and a smile on your dial cause you're really stupid
and you prove it, like a trial of a ma** murderer, never heard of ya
it's concernin' ya, i'm burnin ya up, gone, had enough
middle of a conversation walk away - stuff ya muff
you know I'd like to chew and bite you, pull you by the hair, do or dare, just to smite you
cause a good hate f** is what you need, root you full of greed
go cop a feed, triple cheese
triple cheese, c*nt
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed, love
and what about all you northern shore ones?
you're all f**ed mutts, who*es are more fun
you're all fake, make no mistake, none of you I rate
you make me quite irate, and I hate
I could never date a chick like that
no matter how much money I make, and that's a fact
what's goin on in this bullsh** city?
what am I missing? try to pull chicks quickly
cause I'm getting old, I'm gonna die one day
but hey God, do us a favour, supply one aye
oh sh**, what the f**'s my deal
I'm sick in a pit, God's not real
got no-one to turn to but the boys
bunch of gronks, bunch of toys
in the end they just annoy cause they get more than me
hold on for a second while I pee
what was I sayin right? oh yeah
too many sh** b**hes f**in tonight
in their tights and their skirts, boy how it hurts
causin fights, burnin nerves, I tell ya
none of you girls are worth any of this trouble
hate to burst your bubble but you ain't that supple to cause such a scuffle
darlin, have you been to europe? there's a kerfuffle
none of you girls compare
I want to s**le on the nips of all them euro
easy f**in' goin got the lips hips and tits that go with it, except the Brits
what you got? most you girls have forgot
that you ain't got the lot, you're a skank and you're not hot
deadset 7 out of 10 at the most, so don't f**in' boast, stick up your nose
unless you is the host of this shindiggimus maximus
if you that drunk, i'm bringin' you back with us
but even the wasted ones never put out
without a doubt one of your friends is on the prowl for us louts
now listen love, if you're gonna get drunk and f**, that's your own luck
you paved it yourself
you can't blame this c*nt for tryin' and applyin'
cause I'm wasted too, like you, and this party is a zoo
and one of us is bound to lose, spew on our shoes
end up with a bruise, get on the booze snooze
cause you sydney b**hes play hard to get
just f**in' give it, don't depart and jet
this party ain't begun, it ain't started yet
am I really that ugly, I'm a ba*tard, yeah
i know, i f**in' know c*nt
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed
Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed
Sick of f**in' Sydney s*uts, so stuck up
Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed, love