Shes a Supa Mega Fugly
With a mouldy mango twist
Reflection like a pizza
With warts and marls and zits
And just to even say her name
You've got to be half pissed
Cos shes a Supa Mega Fugly
With a mouldy mango twist

When she was born the doctor slapped her mother in the mouth
And when they bought her home they wouldnt let her in the house

I just got back from the Local
Had to try the local brew
And I ran into the local gossip
And I learned a thing or two
All about you local yokels
And what ya get up to
And he read me your pedigrees
And I’ll read em back to you

The local chef’s a poofter
The local doc’s a drunk
The local priest likes little boys bums
And the local cops a cunt
I said the local cops a cunt

I'm the sorta' bloke that would like to think that if i could go back in time, henry an banjo an even ned kelly would all be good mates of mine, coz they're piss pots, poets and outlaws and I can relate to that and I can relate to their attitude too in a word Dilligaf!

D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.
Dilligaf,
and this is what it means:
Do I look like I give a fuck, Dilligaf

You can't say 'cunt' in Canada
Saying 'cunt's' not very nice at all
No, you can't say 'cunt' in Canada
So we asked the sheilas what they called it
And they said muff, moot, minge, quinn, twat, little flower, twinkle, tunnel of love,
So if you say 'cunt' in Canada,
You gotta say it with a velvet glove.
And, you can't say 'cunt' in Canada

Now, you can't say 'cunt' in Canada

Christmas Song

Hey Santa claus you cunt!

Where's me fucking bike?

I've unwrapped all this other junk and there's nothing that I like.

I wrote you a fucking letter and I come to see you twice

Ya worn out geriatric fart, you forgot me fucking bike.

If I wanted a pair of bloody thongs, I'd have bloody asked.