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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Briggs
Briggs
Vocals
Tim Minchin
Tim Minchin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Briggs
Briggs
Composer
Tim Minchin
Tim Minchin
Composer
Daniel Rankine
Daniel Rankine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
trials
trials
Producer
MixedbyGeorgie
MixedbyGeorgie
Mixing Engineer
Lachlan Carrick
Lachlan Carrick
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Rankine
Daniel Rankine
Producer

Lyrics

Da-dup, da-dup, oh Da-dup, da-dup, oh-oh Da-dup, da-dup, oh Da-dup, da-dup Come little baby, shelter from the storm We're goin' viral and the fire is warm Keepin' calm, carryin' on, Scotty's latest presser is depressin' So we're tuning into this approved message from the Senator Bet you are still tryna find me Out of office message: Mahalo from Hawaii Leadership's not really somethin' that I'm feelin', kid You maybe should've voted for the other guy behind me What's the matter little Aussie battler, ya tired? No, everything I own is on fire (Yeah, sick) Well, your Aussie spirit's still lifted and you still kickin' on Everything is burning, better turn the fuckin' cricket on We deserve someone who's a little bit better than And ain't no one but this now can settle You ain't fit to push the whip you back-peddlin' You ain't fit to wear the kicks that I'm treadin' in (I'm smooth) I'm real nice like (Hey) And it's not like I miss this nightlife (It's all good) Yeah, it's all right If you can't start a house party, start a house fire (Get it) Come little baby, shelter from the storm We're goin' viral and the fire is warm We're good little citizens, sittin' in the bunker Just watching the boss fumble like my befuddled uncle does We're rockin' the lock-in, self-interred Watchin' videos of Jacinda Ardern, shit Even the kiwis aren't allowed outside If you can't start a house party, start a house fire Briggs for PM (Okay), duck Peter Dutton if you see him (Fuck it) Deport this: fuck how you feelin' Pandemic's got 'em reelin', people need to see ya leadin' Eh, fuck it, footy's on, do it after the weekend If worst comes to worst the people come first Yeah, but I'm gonna need a purse for the megachurch You ain't fit, we don't get near a penny worth You ain't fit to lead a ship that's giggin plenty of wood Went to hit the store and everything had been bought They quarantined us all so we're sittin' indoors If they gettin' all bored, I'm pullin' this rip-chord Then ditchin' this concord and splittin' like Jean Claude (Jean Claude) I'm real nice like (Hey) And it's not like I miss this nightlife (We're all good) Yeah, it's all right If you can't start a house party, start a house fire (Jean Claude) Yeah, you're all right (Hey) But I'm kinda sick and tired of bein' inside (We're all good) Yeah, we're all smiles If you can't start a house party, start a house fire (Get it) Come little baby, shelter from the storm We're coughin' up lungs and the kettle's on We already burned the world outside If you can't start a house party, start a house fire Da-dup, da-dup, oh (Hey) Da-dup, da-dup, oh-oh Da-dup, da-dup, oh (Hey) If you can't start a house party, start a house fire Scotty from Marketing Standing there, shuffling his papers Wondering why Jesus hasn't come to save us Looking at Peter Dutton like, "What the fuck's happening?" At least the Ruby Princess had a fuckin' captain Come little baby, shelter from the storm Stay the fuck inside until the bugger's gone But we can still stir shit from the inside If you can't start a house party, start a house fire
Writer(s): Adam Briggs, Daniel Rankine, Tim Minchin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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