Home Brew - Sunday lyrics

I threw away the bottles from the Wednesday
Emptied out the ash tray
And tidied up the shack it
Was looking like the bat-cave
Filled up the gas tank
Chucked out the hash cake
And payed back the brews that I
Rapped from my flat mate
Took a couple aspirin so I
Could kill the back pain
I got from Monday running in the rat race
Told my girl I'm sorry
She like "sweet as babe
Remember that we're having dinner at
My mum and dad's place!"
Cool! I'll be there at six
Grabbed the new pair of kicks
Took a beer out the fridge
Then I disappeared to Gibbs had some spots
Jammed on the Xbox gibb's making head shots
I'm covered in red dots
Then we took the vests off
Threw away the hand grenades
And tried to beat the hackey record
That we made on Saturday
Munched a bit of carrot cake
Gibby's girl's nana made
And talked a bit about
The Warriors Paramatta game
Then we sat 'round then light go to black
Then "Hey bro, what's the time bro?"
"It's five bro, why's that? Gotta leave bro?"
"yeah I gotta go get a feed bro, Gotta gap"
"Oh yeah mean bro" "yeah sweet bro"
"yeah peace bro, I'll be back" then Zoooom!
Zapped up the road like a mad man
Cause there ain't nothing like my
Girl's mum's roast lamb
You see I love my missus'
Folks like my own fam
Because they love me for my
Faults and my toe-jams
Plus Im' hella tight with her little bro and
I can even sit around and
Laugh with her old man and I don't know why
But, I feel so high
Sitting watching telly with
Them like Roseanne
Anyway, I was sippin' on a nice iced beer
Chilling with her pops on
My right like 'cheers'
And that's when I sparked up my bright idea
I should write 'bout stuff like
This night right here
Then 9 turn to 10, "Goodnight mum
I love you!" "Cheers for the beer Conor
Shot for the grub Sue!"
And then another day was gone in a heart beat
And then this week turned to last week
And then I heard that voice
In my head asked me
"Hey what's it all about Tom, what are we?"
I thought about it for a minute
Then I outted
And the next thing I woke up, to my alarm
Beep, beep, beep just another week y'know

And it goes one for the Monday
Two for the Tuesday
Three for the Wednesday night
And I'll be high on the Thursday
Drunk on the Friday saturday, Sunday Life