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kevin bloody wilson - the featherbrain championship lyrics

you could se a blue was brewing as they eyed each other
off
and the tension only mounted when snakey won the toss
“you break”he said to lofty as he chucked across the
cue
and the tension in the pub just grew and grew
“ill break allright” said lofty as he snapped the cue
in half, flung it back at snake and said “here shove
this up your -rs-”
“me nana give me that” said snakey “mate yaw f-ckin
gone”
and the feather brain championship was on.

it was the front-bar- featherbrain, non t-tle fight,
two bloke the size of buffaloes, big but not too bright
and no one gave two kn-bs of goatsh-t who was wrong or
right but the front-bar-featherbrain, non t-tle fight.

no one seemed to know too much about their pedigree, in
that sort of place you didn’t ask them sort of things,
they say lofty’s from the top end he was ugly, tough
and mean, used a welders wire brush to scrub his teeth.
and snake was just plain ugly where he came from no one
knew, reckon rambo would have sh-t himself if snakey
told him to
and together they weighed half a ton in singlet shorts
and thongs, there was no c-nt home but all the lights
were on.

the breeze near knocked me over when snake threw the
opening punch.

it seemed to come from nowhere i just heard this
sickening crunch, ithought if any b-st-rd lives through
that they’re pretty f-ckin good, was like a railway
peddlers hammer splitting wood.

it slammed lofty against the eightball table,flipped it
on it’s edge but he just casually got up walked around
then ripped off all the legs, then one by one he
smashed the c-nts cross snakeys ugly head, if brain
weren’t so well padded he’d be dead.

but snake just shook his skull,blinked abit, and slowly
looked around then chucked a right that would have
knocked the war memorial down and the force of it sent
lofty flying, crashing through the wall, now theres a
doorway where there wern’t one there befor.

he landed -rs- up in the sh-thouse, with his feet up in
the air with bricks and sh-t and broken gl-ss and paper
every where, n caked in that and cr-p he ripped the
dunny off the wall and armed with that and f-ckall
brains, went back for more.

he slammed that dunny over snakeys head shatterin it to
bits, pepperin him with porcelin and splatterin hom
with sh-t, and there were teeth amongst the muck and
sh-t, whos they were you couldn’t tell, but it looked
like lofty lost an ear as well.and snakes right eye was
swollen shut from where he’d copped one hard, fair
d-nk-m mate it looked as black as ernie dingo’s -rs-.
but with all the pieces missing and with all the blood
and gore, they wern’t as f-ckin ugly as before.

there was flesh and hair and skin and bone and blood
splashed on the walls and them two b-st-rds wallowing
in it rollin cross the floor, and the publican just
scratched his b-lls, wonderin, lookin round, should he
clean the b-st-rd up or burn it down?

most blues you see turn out to be a win or loss or
draw, but f-cked if ive seen both opponents lose a
fight before
and i heard snakey say to lofty as they crawled towards
the bar “f-ck the snooker, wanna game of darts?”

- kevin bloody wilson lyrics

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