Everybody loves lawn bowls

Verse 1
Thusrday afternoon, time to go to sport,
gonna cost 2 bucks, what a fuckin rought
Trekkin to the R’e, grab a coke from the shop
Then go down the bush and have a quick chop

Rock up to the green, ripped as a maggot
being tailed by Mr shit the sick little faggot

Chorus 1
I love lawn bowls
it really fuckin kicks
even if its just an excuse
to get right off our tits
I love lawn bowls
The fun just never stops
Even if its just an excuse
To get right off our chops

Verse 2
Its bloody crowded with these schnens everywhere
Please stop talking bollocks I don’t FUCKING CARE
I’m trying to bowl, but you insist with your advice
There’s no way I’m listening to all your fuckin’ lies

Fuck that, Fuck this, Smoke that, Drink this
It can’t be too healthy if your always bloody pissed

Verse 3
Geez what a day, now I’m heading home
Can’t wait to do it again next Thursday afternoon

Lyrics by Alan Whitehead
Music by Greg Redfern

All Songs Copyright Operation Lager 1999
(Greg Redfern , Ben Saxon , Justin Spaull , Steven Gero and Alan Whitehead)