Nobody Likes A Bogan

Well, he's the king of fashion in his neighborhood

With his ripped blue jeans and a flannelette shirt

A well-kept mullet and a packet of smokes

His mates will 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 victimize 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

He drives a VK Commodore with alloy wheels

With a homemade 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 comin' from a mile away

But don't victimize 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

Nobody likes, nobody likes

Nobody likes a bogan

Nobody likes, nobody likes

Nobody likes a bogan

Nobody likes, nobody likes

Nobody likes a bogan

Nobody likes, nobody likes

Nobody likes a bogan