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Head up the coast on a Thursday night We took a drive but the Bigfil took a flight Hundreds and hundreds of miles away Gotta take a dump after my Hungry Jacks Gotta fight just to get in the back seat Not long to go I can smell the sugar cane Girls from Byron are on my brain What's a man supposed to do When he looks at you? I'm going to Byron to see a real hippy Drivin' around in a Kombi van Gunna fill my bowl with Skippy Cornflakes, piece of toast and half a can of coke Go to the beach for a swim with Mugga Pretty soon we'll head back to the pub Got a lot of luggin' to do I'm runnin' around putting up the T-shirts We're up in the room just chogin' away Before the show Head down the coast sometime Sunday arvo Gotta be back at work tomorrow Wish I didn't have to work Marty's complaining about the heat Phil and Rocket's pounding the beaten track And Throb as well I'm going to Byron to see a real hippy Drivin' around in a Kombi van Gunna fill my bowl with Skippy Cornflakes, piece of toast and 'alf a gram Of coke, of coke, no joke, let's smoke All their dope