The Sunny Cowgirls - Grog Monster lyrics
[The Sunny Cowgirls - Grog Monster lyrics]
Just a quiet young bloke from out near Hay
With a well respected family name
He didn't drink or smoke
Never swore or fought
Well at least that's what his parents thought
But that all changed on the day
He headed off to school
He became a household name for
Breaking all the rules
He'll be straight arm drinking
Blind man thinking how can I go wrong?
Well he's the best he'll show the rest
He's right where he belongs
Bringing to the table how his
Old man used to play
It's a job it's a duty to
Let the grog monster off the chain
He's a bit of a legend with all his mates
When he ploughs the tractor
Right through the gates
And he'll drag the dirtbike through the door
Do some doughnuts on the kitchen floor
He'll be spinning from the clothesline
And fighting mates for fun
The centre of attention when he's
Wearing all his rum
Now he'll go down in history
As an alcoholic inductee
And we won't forget the stunts his pulled
Or the machinery that he's totalled
But he'll use his skills train
Them up initiate his peers
The grog monster tradition will then
Live on for years
Party startin' fire lightin' dancing
In the rain
Raise that arm above his head and look out
He's off the chain
Tractor driving, bare-fist fighting
Going all the way
Damage and destruction is his game
He's off the chain
With a well respected family name
He didn't drink or smoke
Never swore or fought
Well at least that's what his parents thought
But that all changed on the day
He headed off to school
He became a household name for
Breaking all the rules
He'll be straight arm drinking
Blind man thinking how can I go wrong?
Well he's the best he'll show the rest
He's right where he belongs
Bringing to the table how his
Old man used to play
It's a job it's a duty to
Let the grog monster off the chain
He's a bit of a legend with all his mates
When he ploughs the tractor
Right through the gates
And he'll drag the dirtbike through the door
Do some doughnuts on the kitchen floor
He'll be spinning from the clothesline
And fighting mates for fun
The centre of attention when he's
Wearing all his rum
Now he'll go down in history
As an alcoholic inductee
And we won't forget the stunts his pulled
Or the machinery that he's totalled
But he'll use his skills train
Them up initiate his peers
The grog monster tradition will then
Live on for years
Party startin' fire lightin' dancing
In the rain
Raise that arm above his head and look out
He's off the chain
Tractor driving, bare-fist fighting
Going all the way
Damage and destruction is his game
He's off the chain