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Misc Aussie Music Get Into It vs NZ Aww Yeah 'Spose

Jimmy Barnes trending on Twitter after last night's NRL grand final. Many people bitching that he sounded bad and could never sing anyway, just yell 🙄 His vocals were/are probably my favourite Aussie male voices.

I had to school them that he's 66, drank and smoked heavily for 40 years.. That he can sing with a 4-5 octave range but belts it out and has a raspy throat, and that he needed more microphone volume last night.

Oh and "why does he sing in an American accent??" - cos he's from Glasgow.

Do they not remember Meatloaf at the AFL GF? 😂😅🤣

 
AbbeyLee said:
@Robi iiiiiiiii

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Netflix Witch GIF by Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
 



Set 'em up, drink 'em down
And pass the cup around
It's the last we will share for quite some time
I've shaved my head, wear a dress
I've left my bonny wife
I've got Krishna riding shotgun
On the stagecoach of my life

My sweet Lord Rama Rama
Got my ticket to Nirvana
It's a commune just left of county Cork!
Share a pint with me Lord Shiva
As we read the Bhagavad Gita
I'll have Krishna riding shotgun
On the stagecoach of my life

Well, I used to be a cattle prod for Jesus
And L. Ron Hubbard took me in some, too
I was a moonie, loved Charles Manson,
But they are not as handsome,
As the godhead whose skin is shining blue

My sweet Lord Rama Rama
Got my ticket to Nirvana
It's a commune just left of county Cork!
Share a pint with me Lord Shiva
As we read the Bhagavad Gita
I'll have Krishna riding shotgun
On the stagecoach of my life

Hari, Hari, Ha, Hooray!
I chanted every day
With my virtue tucked proudly in my lap
And I pray all night to Krishna
Cause he's a damn good listener
And he never ever ever answers back

My sweet Lord Rama Rama
Got my ticket to Nirvana
It's a commune just left of county Cork!
Share a pint with me Lord Shiva
As we read the Bhagavad Gita
I'll have Krishna riding shotgun
On the stagecoach of my life


And when Irish eyes are trying
To make the Pommies pay
We'll get Krishna and his shotgun
To join the IRA, the IRA, the IRA
Hari, Ha, Hooray!

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Well it's a Broad Lic Nic
And I'll tell you while I'm able
Or I'll smash your skull if you're not
Drink enough Black label
It's a hard man's drink
And though the bottle's broken
Put your money on the table
Strain the glass through your teeth

So we grew up mean lean
Kings of the street scene
Without a mother's guiding hand
To keep us clean
Down your rum
We'll take life as it comes
And all you blue rinse critics
Lick our literary bums

I drank my first pure malt
Before I was three
I smoked a pack of Dutch cigarettes
My pappy left for me
And I romanced a little lass
Who was twelve years my elder
At the age of six I held her
That year I also bed her
So before I was seven
My first child was born

I told a pack of filthy lies
As a politician
I heard my own confession
As an act of contrition
I spent ten years as a Trappist monk
In a village in Tibet
And I walked up Everest naked
Just to win a bet

Well I cut off my leg
To win a one legged race
And when I won I stitched it
Right back into place
I've fought Mohammed Ali
I've seduced Mata Hari
I've even worn a sari
When I impersonated Ghandi
And I dare any man here
To call me a liar
But I swear I've seen Ezekial
I swear I've seen Isiah
Toasting marshmellows
In Beelzebub's fire

And we're mad mad mad
Dangerous to know
We never give a tinkers cuss
About the seeds we sow
And we stay up late
And never be forlorn
And when the morning comes around
We'll kiss the crack of dawn
We took the whacks from Kerouacs
And dusty Dostoyevskys
And when all was said and done
Booze was all I had left me
For all the worlds great thinkers
Are all a looooaaaaaooooaaad of pus
And if you ask us how Zarathustra spoke
He spake thus:

Drink drink drink
Drink until you're drunk
Drink until you can't stand up
'til you're roly-poly stunk
'til your bladder bursts
'til you throw a fit to curse
'til they lift you up still comatose
And slamdance in the hearse

We're good, good, bad, bad
Ugly as sin
We mix up cough syrup
With our gin
So take your medicine
I pray that when I die
There's someone else around
To kiss my arse goodbye
Yes, I pray, I pray, I pray that when I die
There's someone else around to kiss my arse goodbye

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