The Legend of Borry, Pt. 1

Borry is a true blue Aussie bloke He likes to fist fight, fuck and smoke Punchin' on for cash in a woolies carpark His favorite pastime when he's not in his truck Tatt on his guy sayin', "You're fucked now" Built like a core filled block shithouse He was born in Boggo Road That's all Borry fuckin' knows He is the sickest cunt ever And his life is an open road All he needs is his shotgun Gemima His mack truck and a bag of gear Women love Borry He's got a cock that you can put a shoe on, backpack and send it to school (Bye son, stay out of trouble you one eyed cunt) He's got a scar on his head shaped like Straya Cunts think he branded himself Truth is he boofed five points of speed On a 40 hour run and chewed a hole in his forehead Alone, his his beard has killed more people than bullsharks Dick aids And blown out thongs Just keep driving Finish the job Stop in at airlie Bash a cunt with a bum bag And fuck a backpacker He's back on the road again South bound, he's on his way To the carpark fight at the IGA Gympie, his destination Punched eight cones at the service station Hes a bloke, he's a trucker Australian made, mad motherfucker Nobody's ever gonna wanna fuck with Borry You'll end up in a hole in the Nambour quarry Borry sees something strange in the distance And it lights up the canefields He pulls over and grabs Gemima Jumps out and has a piss Borry makes his way through the canefields To himself he sings Thunderstruck He battles heartburn from BP Kabana Aww, that shit's fucked He comes to a patch of cane that's flattened out and stuff What the fuck is goin' on here?