Borry is a true blue Aussie bloke
He likes to fist fight, fuck and smoke
Punchin' on for cash in a woolies carpark
His favorite pastime when he's not in his truck
Tatt on his guy sayin', "You're fucked now"
Built like a core filled block shithouse
He was born in Boggo Road
That's all Borry fuckin' knows
He is the sickest cunt ever
And his life is an open road
All he needs is his shotgun Gemima
His mack truck and a bag of gear
Women love Borry
He's got a cock that you can put a shoe on, backpack and send it to school
(Bye son, stay out of trouble you one eyed cunt)
He's got a scar on his head shaped like Straya
Cunts think he branded himself
Truth is he boofed five points of speed
On a 40 hour run and chewed a hole in his forehead
Alone, his his beard has killed more people than bullsharks
Dick aids
And blown out thongs
Just keep driving
Finish the job
Stop in at airlie
Bash a cunt with a bum bag
And fuck a backpacker
He's back on the road again
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South bound, he's on his way
To the carpark fight at the IGA
Gympie, his destination
Punched eight cones at the service station
Hes a bloke, he's a trucker
Australian made, mad motherfucker
Nobody's ever gonna wanna fuck with Borry
You'll end up in a hole in the Nambour quarry
Borry sees something strange in the distance
And it lights up the canefields
He pulls over and grabs Gemima
Jumps out and has a piss
Borry makes his way through the canefields
To himself he sings Thunderstruck
He battles heartburn from BP Kabana
Aww, that shit's fucked
He comes to a patch of cane that's flattened out and stuff
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What the fuck is goin' on here?