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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playlunch
Playlunch
Performer
Dylan Knur
Dylan Knur
Background Vocals
Liam Christopher Bell
Liam Christopher Bell
Lead Vocals
Andre Lew
Andre Lew
Saxophone
Jerry Li
Jerry Li
Trumpet
Christopher Rozakeas
Christopher Rozakeas
Trombone
Michael Demilio
Michael Demilio
Background Vocals
Austin Richardson
Austin Richardson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Liam Bell
Liam Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Kenihan
Sean Kenihan
Producer
Dylan Knur
Dylan Knur
Mixing Engineer
Liam Christopher Bell
Liam Christopher Bell
Producer

Lyrics

Keith.
There's a man at the Oakleigh TAB
Shaved head, tatted up, bout 6 foot 3
He was our neighbour when we lived on Hotham St
And though we never got his name, we called him Keith
Keith had white Volkswagen Amorok that he parked out front his house
With a steel two wheeler trailer that he liked to tow around
One day a a mate was coming round and parked out the street
And little did we know we had just started World War Three
Little did we know we had just started World War Three
The bloke was seething
He was enraged
Knocked on our door
Like a dog in cage
We opened up
His face was red
Took of his speedies
And he said
Don't fuck with my trailer cunt
Don't park in my spot
It's the second time this week and I'm about to lose the plot
I phoned up the council and the bloke said it was mine
Move your shit heap of a car to the other fucking side
*KEITH*
It was a Sunday afternoon in early spring
The family cross the road had a gathehering
A pregnant woman pulled up in a CR-V
Spotted park and said we'll, thats for me
Well wouldn't you know that very moment around the corner came Keith
He pulled his Ute up next to her and he said quite cordially
G'day love, that's my house - so you'll have to park elsewhere
She said
Surely you could just as easily park it over there?
Surely you could just as easily park it over there?
And from our porch
We watched the scene
As something snapped
The man turned green
He pointed his finger
And he said it clear
Opened up his lungs for the world to hear
Don't fuck with my trailer cunt
Don't park in my spot
It's the second time this week and I'm about to lose the plot
I phoned up the council and the bloke said it was mine
Move your shit heap of a car to the other fucking side
*KEITH*
It was Tuesday afternoon we last saw Keith
The A Current Crew came rolling down the street
He heard a knock and opened up his door
Shocked and perplexed
Tracy Grimshaw?
She held the mic
Right up to his face
Called him out for everything
And said you're a disgrace
But Keith wasn't listening
His eyes were locked dead pan
Staring at the camera crew
And where they parked the van
He said
Don't fuck with my trailer cunt
Don't park in my spot (Keith, no)
It's the second time this week and I'm about to lose the plot (Don't do it)
I phoned up the council and the bloke said it was mine
Move your shit heap of a car to the other fucking side (KEITH, NO)
*KEITH*
Keith!
Written by: Liam Christopher Bell
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