Far out, brussel sprout
Like a rainbow trout in a drought at summertime
And there's prawns and beers and I'm starting to get gout
Man, the stoke is real
The stoke is strong
Man, those tunes
Man, there's nothing wrong
The feeling is correct
I detect another banger coming soon, another album
Get the tunes together
No matter the weather
Yeah, the boys
Next stop, marination station
No return ticket, no complication, no frustration
It's all happy days and happy vibes
Man, The Terrys, it's sick to be alive
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
