Letra da Música Arthur Gram The Kombi Van Man de The Porkers

Head up the coast on a Thursday night
We took a drive but the Bigfil took a flight
Hundreds and hundreds of miles away
Gotta take a dump after my Hungry Jacks
Gotta fight just to get in the back seat
Not long to go

I can smell the sugar cane
Girls from Byron are on my brain
What’s a man supposed to do
When he looks at you?

I’m going to Byron to see a real hippy
Drivin’ around in a Kombi van
Gunna fill my bowl with Skippy
Cornflakes, piece of toast and half a can of coke

Go to the beach for a swim with Mugga
Pretty soon we’ll head back to the pub
Got a lot of luggin’ to do
I’m runnin’ around putting up the T-shirts
We’re up in the room just chogin’ away
Before the show

Head down the coast sometime Sunday arvo
Gotta be back at work tomorrow
Wish I didn’t have to work
Marty’s complaining about the heat
Phil and Rocket’s pounding the beaten track
And Throb as well

I’m going to Byron to see a real hippy
Drivin’ around in a Kombi van
Gunna fill my bowl with Skippy
Cornflakes, piece of toast and ‘alf a gram
Of coke, of coke, no joke, let’s smoke
All their dope