The Legend of Borry - Part 1

Borry is a true blue Aussie bloke
He likes to fist fight, fuck and smoke
Punchin on for cash in a Woolies carpark
Is his favourite pastime when he’s not in his truck
Tatt on his gut sayin’ ‘You’re fucked now’
Built like a core filled block shithouse
He was born in Boggo Road
That’s all Borry fucken 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 could put a shoe on,
back pack and send it to school
‘Bye son. Stay out of trouble ya one-eyed cunt’
He’s got a scar on his head shaped like Straya
Cunts think he branded himself
Truth is he boofed 5 points of speed on a 40 hour run
And chewed a hole in his forehead
Alone, his beard has killed more people than bull sharks,
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
South bound, he’s on his way
Got a carpark fight at the IGA
Gympie, his destination
Punched 8 cones at the service station
He’s 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
Awww that shit’s fucked
He comes to a patch of cane that’s flattened out and stuff
‘What the fuck is going on here?’