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Don't be so selfish, Post-Modern Life is really rubbish
Don't be selfish Post-Modern Life is rubbish rubbish
Post-Modern Life is rubbish rubbish
Post-Modern Life is rubbish rubbish
Post-Modern Life is rubbish rubbish
It’s a ticker-tape tirade, exclusively comprised of fulminating rage
It’s a ticker-tape tirade today
And amidst all the dross
There is something we should get across
Amidst the ticker-tape tirade we say
Don’t be so selfish Post-Modern Life is really rubbish
Don’t be selfish Post-Modern Life is rubbish rubbish
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CPA Footballer
01:57
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I’m on a football team
I’m on a football team
I'm on a football team
With a man who’s a chartered accountant
To him it's always numbers
Kicks, hand balls and the smothers
He’s a gun, barely stupid
Everyday, Price Waterhouse Coopers
For the client he’ll always carrell
Same goes when kicking a barrel
He ain’t tough but he sure is mean
Get him off the bench so he can be seen
I’m on a football team
With a man who’s a chartered accountant
His skills are out of sight
He’ll negatively gear your place in Bright
Not embarrassed by suburban auctions
Everyday the forwards giving him options
Working hard that’s the main thing
Happy driving the Camry to training
He ain’t tough but he sure is mean
This recession’s gunna be the best we’ve ever seen
I’m on a football team with a man who’s a chartered accountant
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Real Properties Real
01:38
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Brian Taylor laughs at you
On a footy show
With Richo
And they’re incisive
That with the housing prices
It’s no surprises to know
You’ll never own a home
Cause they know
Real property’s real
Basil Zempilas laughs at you
On a footy show
About the rent you'll blow
And he might shake at the mere idea
Of the time it takes
To get to Taylor’s Lakes
Cause he know’s
Real property’s real
Cause he knows
You’ll never own a home
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I don't want to go to school at the Pete, Peter Dutton School for Sociopaths
We’re not economic vandals so we still fucking laugh at the Marxists on Campus
We’re not economic vandals so we still fucking laugh at the Marxists on Campus
I don't want to go to school at the Pete, Peter Dutton School for Sociopaths
I don’t want to follow the rules at the Pete, Peter Dutton School for Sociopaths
We’re not Don Quixote Ugly so we still fucking watch our stories on Sunday
We’re not Don Quixote Ugly so we still fucking watch our stories on Sunday
I don't want to got to school at the Pete, Peter Dutton School for Sociopaths
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Holden Astra
01:43
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Will.I.Am
Meets, Will.I.R.A.
And he says, oh dear comrade
Have you, seen what’s on sale today?
Holden Astra
The Astra is the answer
Spleen or liver cancer
The Astra is the answer
His oncologist
Meets his, retail therapist
And he says, oh dear doctor
Is it true you need a new car?
Holden Astra
The Astra is the answer
Spleen or liver cancer
The Astra is the answer
The Astra is the answer
The Astra is the answer
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Nikki Savva
03:12
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My best friend is dating Nikki Savva
Tell me, does yours date her too?
My best friend is seeing Nikki Savva
For real, and not just on the news
Every day they’re talking on the phone
Canberra, Sydney, Coburg and Cologne
The bulls, the bears
The stocks and shares
Kick ons at their mate’s upstairs
Even past North Carlton they don't care
Cause they’re in love
My best friend is dating Nikki Savva
Who would have thought this unlikely match
Between the long-time journo and the permanent club rat
Would ever have the legs to stand
Five Months on critics be damned
This thing is really gunna last
Cause they’re in love
My best friend is dating Nikki Savva
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Bread Aisle
02:20
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I will set the scene for you
Let me set the scene for you
I will set the scene for you
I was in the bread aisle: number two
Is this then what they call the sublime?
It must be what they call the sublime.
Is this then what they call the sublime?
White goods: aisle nine
Bread aisle number two
Absurdity was all that I could find
The only thing left that I could find
Absurdity was all that I could find
Homewares: aisle five
I was reified and stunned
I could be only reified and stunned
I was reified and stunned
Batteries: aisle one
C-O-N-D-E-S-C-E-N-S-I-O-N
Condescension
I will set the scene for you
Condescension
Let me set the scene for you
Condescension
I will set the scene for you
Condescension
Bread aisle: number two
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Ill Duce Vita
02:06
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Woah
Well, if you wanna do right and sound like us, there’s a few simple things you can do
A few simple, tiny, little, minor things, that will make you sound like we do
Write down these rules and try your best, make an effort to follow them through
What you’ll soon find is clearly true, you can be an Intellectual too
Step one (un, un, un)
Take an everyday common phenomenon (deux, deux, deux)
Combine it with something dumb (trois, trois, trois)
Or maybe even something absurd (quatre, quatre, quatre,)
Step two (cinq, cinq, cinq)
Set it down on the ground (six, six, six)
Set fire to it now (sept, sept, sept)
‘Cause it’s nothing John Lennon would do
So here’s a few tips of our own if you’re playing along at home
A few non-prescriptive, just advisory, suggestions that we’re putting on loan
They’re all straightforward and in the same damn tone, do yourself a favour and pick up the phone
Keep on looking for a sub-cretinous bloke, and send him everyone of these notes
Step one (un, un, un)
Take an everyday common phenomenon (deux, deux, deux)
Combine it with something dumb (trois, trois, trois)
Or maybe even something absurd (quatre, quatre, quatre,)
Step two (cinq, cinq, cinq)
Set it down on the ground (six, six, six)
Set fire to it now (sept, sept, sept)
‘Cause it’s nothing John Lennon would do
Step three (un, un, un)
Try to fight against the Duke life (deux, deux, deux)
Even with impeccable train times (trois, trois, trois)
And a perfect services on all lines (quatre, quatre, quatre,)
Step four (cinq, cinq, cinq)
Jettison your shirts and sneakers (six, six, six)
You really won’t be needing either (sept, sept, sept)
Living il Duce vita
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Intellectuals Australia
Joke:
Two anarchists are making Molotov
cocktails.
One turns to the other and says, "wait who are we throwing these at again?"
The other replies: “what are you some sort of fucking intellectual?”
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