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kevin bloody wilson - hey gmh lyrics

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little while back i got thinking don’t use the ute much
anymore
should retire the old girl gracefully, i’d look beaut
in a new commodore
they told me it’d take three weeks, three weeks, pigs
f-ckin’ -rs-
cause as soon as i signed the dotted line, the f-ckin’
bullsh-t started

hey gmh you c-nts. where’s me f-ckin’ car
you told me it’d take three weeks, it’s been three
f-ckin’ months so far
i could’ve crocheted a f-ckin’ commodore by the time
you c-nts got started
gmh you c-nts where’s me f-ckin’ car

if i’d wanted to listen to bullsh-t
i woulda’ played one of me own cd’s
and i could’ve fertalized the f-ckin’ nullabour
with the cr-p you’ve fed to me
and as far as f-ckin’ excuses, mate i’m a married drunk
i tell lies for a livin’, so don’t practice on me ya
c-nt

hey gmh you c-nts. where’s me f-ckin’ car
you told me it’d take three weeks, it’s been three
f-ckin’ months so far
i could’ve crocheted a f-ckin’ commodore by the time
you c-nts got started
gmh you c-nts where’s me f-ckin’ car

next time i come to see you, i’m gonna bring me mongrel
kids
and let’m loose in your f-ckin’ showroom while i drink
ya f-ckin’ p-ss
and when the cops com’n round up my mob and sling us
out the f-ckin’ door
i’ll go and do what i should’ve done, i’ll go and buy a
f-ckin’ ford

not happy mate

hey gmh you c-nts. where’s me f-ckin’ car
you told me it’d take three weeks, it’s been three
f-ckin’ months so far
i could’ve crocheted a f-ckin’ commodore by the time
you c-nts got off your -rs-
gmh you c-nts where’s me f-ckin’ car

i’ll dob you in ya c-nts, i’ll tell john laws on you
he’ll kick the f-ck out of you
i saw gmh suck kevvys c-ck.

not happy mate

- kevin bloody wilson lyrics

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