Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Scotty T’s birthday, pub’s a dive, yeahhh!
Reece rocks up, half-dead, half-alive! Woaahh!
Gulpin’ Great Northern, guts start to moan,
Then a fart goes wrong — his shorts are dethroned!
Chips in his gob, shorts slippin’ too low, yeahhh!
Brown town erupts, mate, what a show! Woaahh!
I yell, “Reece, mate, you’re killin’ us all!”
He grins, “Bro, my ass just answered the call!”
[Chorus]
(SHITTY REEEEEECE!)
Booty bomb, oh mate! Yeahhh!
Crapped your shorts, now the pub’s in a state! Woaahh!
Crocs still kickin’, stench takin’ flight,
You’re the king of this shitty, sweaty night!
[Verse 2]
We drag to his den, a rank-ass pit, yeahhh!
Aussie Shore blares, Vegemite’s outdone by shit! Woaahh!
One hand on his beer, the other’s… gross,
His Crocs leave a whiff that could murder a ghost!
He snores, drool drips, shorts caked in grime, yeahhh!
Dreamin’ of fame, but his ass did the crime! Woaahh!
Pub’s still reelin’, noses burned to a crisp,
Reece just laughs, “My bum’s an eclipse!”
[Chorus]
(SHITT
