"The Real Contra Band" lyrics

Team critic, aspiring strategist
A Perth scented villain with a fragrance of leafblower
Full of libido, Danny DeVito
Boat in the yard, boat in the yard

Singlet and mullet, build the next great thing
There's sand in your seatbelt, sand in your seat
On the edge of the desert, on the edge of the sea
Isolation is a blessing, a blessing that finally cured me

Brew your own lager, to all aboard
A lovely suntan coming on
That's the real shit there

Planet lacrosse
Dog in the park
Reason to drink
Tourist at home

Who can control it is the next cash king
We're governed by nature, governed by streets
They'll be sand in your pockets, Ozymandian dreams
Competition was a blessing, a blessing that finally cured me

Brew your own lager to all aboard
A lovely suntan coming on
That's the real shit, oh
That's the real shit there
That's the real shit
That's the real shit there
That's the real shit

Brew your own lager to all aboard
A lovely suntan coming on
That's the real shit
Brew your own lager to all aboard
A lovely suntan coming on

Planet lacrosse
Dog in the park
Reason to drink
Tourist at home

Another latte in Canberra
Another statue for New South Wales
Another railroad in the Pilbara
Another weekend with Michael Caine

Brew your own lager to all aboard
A lovely suntan coming on
That's the real shit there
That's the real shit there
That's the real shit
That's the real shit there
That's the real shit

Planet lacrosse
Dog in the park
Reason to drink
Tourist at home

Planet lacrosse
Dog in the park
Another reason to drink
Tourist at home