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Yeah, yeah

This song here this goes out to all walks

Living in this village that we call Aux

Like from the streets to the boardwalks

We just wanna spread peace to you all

Rest in peace to the more porks and beef to the law force

And ancestors and missionaries who bore swords

To cut the native trees and plant more gorse

This a small apology to all the chiefs for the seabed and for sures

And peace to the fourth cause, who fought wars

So we could have our seat on the porch horsed

We thank you all for

The right to let us stand on this war torn land that we all call

Yo, we just need to go and get Tom and Af and we're set

Send a text to Rex tell him to get maybe a box of Beck's

Or whatever's cheap and then we'll meet at P's

Have a couple on the deck then we'll jet to the next spot

Sweet spot the ganja on the harbor boombox playing wild

Feeling like a Rasta

What a day, what a day bro, down to get some power

Hard bro just let me get my lava, lava

Sweet then jump in the cars already started

Pour out a couple halves for the dearly departed

And then we're off quick

Top at the shop to pump the tires

And got a newspaper and a lighter for the fire

Winding down the road slow though Kawaii's and Nick's

Must be getting close cause I can hear the seagulls

Hit the beach and parked up

Got the pack and the liquor bare feet

Through the stream now it's time to cross the river

Couple hours round the rocks and finally found the spot

Scared to hop so I pop the top of a bottle off

Now we're running back and forth from the water like a relay

I ain't no fisherman I just know the NZ way

Diving through the kelp with the octopus and the stingray

Get the driftwood and paper start the fire no delay

Cook it up, cook it up when it's done light a J

Wide awake but lie away flap my wings and fly away back home

Yeah, we blaze a herb with the native birds

Perched in the whops of the swinging ferns

Taking turns skimming rocks at the swimming spots

No one knows about

One lonely cloud roaming around, zoning out suns going down

Right now it's back to the rest stop

It's a twist top, pit stop, at the fish and chip shop

Grab a couple snapper and a crab stick

Eat it in the car park and grab a ice cream then we gap it

Wipe the bench with a beach towel

Chuck the left overs to the seagull

Open up a Stein with the seatbelt

And speed down the road

Turn a bomb to a Lamborghini but

We gotta slow down for the camera and stop for the grandma

Mrs. Villil

Walking like Quasimodo with a bag of green bananas

All the alchy's  at the bus stop drinking kiwi lager

While the Tongans at the dairy cause they sell the cheapest Kava

Take a turn into Rivers dale stop at the tiny house

Pity on the chain, make a man turn to Minnie Mouse

In and out sticky fingernails down to Dawn Creek

Kids barefoot playing rugby on the concrete

Meanwhile on the grass half casts jogging past

Tights all up in her, cougar watering her plants

I wanna be here for the rest of my life

Take a left at the lights at the next take a right and we're home