Once I lived in a ritzy mansion,
I drove a red Rolls Royce,
But mate that was years ago;
I left it all behind,
I was high class, wore penguin suits,
I had a bunch of snobby friends,
Mate that was years ago.
I left it all behind, wearin my

Sing-let and-brown stubby shorts,
Flan-no and a pair-o’ thongs,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,

I don’t mind the yobbo life,
Upper class is so uncool,
Frank Sinatra really sucks
Use to play his songs.
Now I like Acca Dacca,
And hang out at pubs,
Now live in a rundown house,
And drive-a Kingswood Ute. Wearin my

Sing-let and-brown stubby shorts,
Flan-no and a pair-o’ thongs,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,

Laying on the grass with a singlet tan, oh yeah!
Hang at the footy with my pub mates, oh yeah!
I’m at the T-A-B blowin all my cash,
Watchin’ the horses, Watchin’ the cricket,
Watchin’ the footy and drinkin down-a slab-o’ VB,
Slab-o’ VB, yeah!
Well anytime you wanna find me,
I’m down at-the local pub
Drinkin’ with my bogan mates,
There I’ll always feel at home, wearin my

Sing-let and-brown stubby shorts,
Flan-no and a pair-o’ thongs,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
come-on, come-on,
Sing-let and-brown stubby shorts,
Flan-no and a pair-o’ thongs,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
come-on, come-on,
Sing-let and-brown stubby shorts,
Flan-no and a pair-o’ thongs,
Come-on, come-on, come-on,
I left there wearin my, my my,
Sing-let and-brown stubby shorts,
Flan-no and a pair-o’ thongs,
Come-on,