Got a car that don't handle corrugation too well Got a tent that don't deal with the winds from hell Only got two logs to burn the rest of our fire We got plenty of tinnies to swill our desire Bloodhounds await their Saturday clash, Its too bad we couldn't find that little wood stash We're down on the foot, the camp fire we've put And there's a bourbon or two in me, And there's a bloody great moth on your knee The three of us trying to share the same bed, In the morning you'll cook us sausos and eggs It don't matter the car it looks like a bomb, Cause when you drive it fast it cruises along We didn't expect the FUG to blow smoke, Looks like the radiators gonna make us broke We're down on the foot, the camp fire we've put And there's a bourbon or two in me, And there's a bloody great moth on your knee Looks like the boys aren't gonna make the game, I guess the team just won't play the same We're down on the Yorks, where we can't be sure Speculate he might, the saulo's are on your right We're down on the foot, the camp fire we've put And there's a bourbon or two in me, And there's a bloody great moth on your knee A fucking great moth on your knee