Let’s talk about fixing everything that’s only for me?
I’ll fix your pension and the kid’s jobs, so your free.
Don’t worry, live your life no one else matters,
Now your offended, pretend you care, as long as others hear that it clatters.

So, let’s play a silly game, pass me a drink,
Mate, I’m the troubadour, I both don’t and do think.
I’m the walls breaking, that’s normie for Shaka when the walls fell,
Your hands are now shaking, feel free to yell.

But is any of it true?
Good question, ask yourself is troubadour pretending to be Horton protecting the Who?
Got that original pedigree that makes both real and false Australians sweat,
Also does things to ladies that rhymes with being in debt.

I’m the walls breaking, that’s normie for Shaka when the walls fell,
Your hands are now shaking, feel free to yell.
Troubadour is all drinking in an uncool hat,
Making silly rhymes about life and all that.

Yet it’s the troubadour that does your job at the kebab place,
Not your job, tonight, ACE?
So, let’s play a silly game, pass me a drink,
Mate, I’m the troubadour, I both don’t and do think.

The pattern has revealed this troubadour as the restoration of a random institution,
This is just noise that starts a bloodless generational revolution.
Sure, let’s talk lyrically about the cops,
Modern two cent coins who claim to not understand the meaning of Euphoric drops.

So, let’s play a silly game, pass me a drink,
Mate, I’m the troubadour, I both don’t and do think.
I’m the walls breaking, that’s normie for Shaka when the walls fell,
Your hands are now shaking, feel free to yell.

Sing me a song, Pretend the words you know,
Reality hits, truthful ones will soon be arrested; they belong down below.
Imagination suddenly becomes reality,
The troubadour that kicks in the door and cures your anxiety.

I’m the walls breaking, that’s normie for Shaka when the walls fell,
Your hands are now shaking, feel free to yell.
Mate, you get that when I steal words it’s just the trunk of the tree,
That said every bar is my temple, but endless drinks never make us free.

Excuse me, but this country now belongs to the heroes,
The generation that had to create its own culture and Pharaohs.
So, let’s play a silly game, pass me a drink,
Mate, I’m the troubadour, I both don’t and do think.

Walked with you in the land of shadows, that’s how our blood was imbued,
Annoy people by breaking character saying, “Fuck you cunt, Fuck you we rude”.
Now that those old snowflakes have left the arena,
With those easily offended gone, let’s start laughing like a Hyena.