Hey DJ I’m in my PJ’s so give me some lee way cos this is my D-day matenAll day I’ve been listening to house music, like vacuuming, washing up and a cat who’s sick.nI mixed some decks for a game of uno.nI reversed I skipped I went wild I went yellownI did some scratchin’ yeah that was fully dope, except now my CD’s skipping on the same bloody note, oh well there’s a beaut loop now I need some beats,nA shave, a shower and something to eatnI’ve got some silverbeet and some beetroot,nI could make a little salad yeah that’d be cutenI’m ready to break into the suburban undergroundnWith a piece of toast and my dressing gownnI ain’t got two turntables and a microphonenBut I’ve got a lazy susan and a cassette walkman that recordsnnI’M A FOLKSTARnWITH NO CARnGUITARnONE DAY I’LL LEARN THE HARMONICAnFOR NOW I’M GONNA DROP SOME ELECTRONICAnnRock’n roll What about folk at your leisure?nwe don’t wear leathers just whatever’s comfy at the time,nA cardigan is fine, don’t go topless you idiot at least wear a singletnNo need to rock up in big fancy carsnIt’s not a long way to the top on a public busnNo room for big egos, when you’re sitting next to chicks on their way to bingonYO!nBugger your rock stadiums and big citiesnI’ve got this café filled to half capacitynSure there’s no moshing or crowdsurfingnBut there’s a lot of bikkie dunking and tea slurpingnAs for finishing your set and smashing up your gearnIf I break one string I’m usually in tearsnCos I got no roadie and I got no crewnand I got no groupies, like, where the hell are you?nMy housemate’s have seen me a hundred timesnMy girlfriend’s yawning and looking at the timenShe’s not really my girlfriend she just sort of…hangs…you know…chorusnnI need more bling blingnAnd girls lapdancingnAre sensitive new age bitches such a thing?nI need more street crednI’ll pop a capnon my head?nSlip slop slap with a hip hop hatnnHit it D.J. Joni MnNice set Joni!nCan you return the beat please. Thankyou. nnI don’t wanna be obscure I just wanna world tournTasmania, Canberra and maybe rotaruanSell some CD’s in shops and reimburse my nan and popnGreat, great, great, that’s great!nG.R.A.T.EnnThanks samples!nnLet me introduce my band, man, Kelly the guitar, me and my hand.nI don’t need a drummer I’m a funk soul strummernGimme a tambourine, and I’ll stick it between my kneesnNo joke. We built this city on folknThe philosopher is back tell your auntie tell your unclenI put the funk in Simon and Garfunkle.
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