Nobody Likes A Bogan

Well he's the king of fashion in his neighbourhood
 With his ripped blue jeans and a flannelette shirt
 A well kept mullet and a packet of smokes
 His mates will all tell ya he's a real top bloke
 His real name is Barry, but his mates call him Bazza
 And his girlfriend's name is Sharon, but ya just call her Shazza
 Real top sheila, real top sort
 She'll even change your stubby while you're watching sport
 But don't victimise 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
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 He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels
 With a home made spoiler made of crappy steel
 Pair of fluffy dice and all the other toys
 But his 'No Fear' sticker is his pride and joy
 Saturday night the boys hit town
 Yeah they're cruising the streets with their windows down
 Put on some Barnsey and they're on their way
 You'll hear the car com'n from a mile away
 But don't victimise 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
 Hey!
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 Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
 Nobody likes, no, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
 Nobody likes, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan
 Nobody likes, no, nobody likes, nobody likes a bogan