Dingostyle - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

It was one of those days

One of the days where the sun had rays

Coming out of its face in little triangle shapes

Designer shades and a smile on his face

And he's got mad love for the human race

One of the days where the sky was blue

The clouds were white and the bread was too

One of those days where the breeze was mild

The grass was green and the world was a scene

That was drawn by a child

(Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild)

It was one of those days

One of the days where I was feeling glum

My ear was beating to only its own drum

My ear was beating to only its own drum -

The world around was soca and reggaeton

One of those days where I was feeling bad

I'd seen a band but the band was bland

But the bland band was the band on the bandstand

And their whole damn vibe was "you wouldn't understand"

[Chorus]

Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild

Everyone wanna be hip so I thought I'd better go

And make love to the world, dingostyle

[Verse 2]

So I hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground running

A man on a mission with canine cunning

You hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground running

'cause the bassline's coming

So self-congratulatory

But everybody's been stroking me and patting me

But I'm a predator I can't eat flattery! Can't be mad at me -

Blame whoever let the dogs out of the academy, man

They left me feeling like a Raggedy Ann doll

Spread thinner than twin catamaran hulls

But now I've got some more juice in the battery

Howling at the moon, raise the roof off the canopy

So when you hear the (dingo howls)

That'd be onomatopoeia

And when the moon's full and the billabong's clear

And the wolf packs howl, when the throng's near

I try to sing, but isn't the song queer?

I can't help but feel I don't belong here

And when the moon's full and the billabong's clear

And the wolf packs howl, when the throng's near

I try to sing, but isn't the song queer?

I can't help but feel I don't belong here

“Where did he come from?” “Where did he come from?”

“Where did he come from?” - Yo - it doesn't matter!

Now I'm everywhere, man, Coolangatta to Parramatta

Running from the "blaka-blaka" of trackers and trappers

Bob Katter-types and parasites in paradise

Kinda like what I see a whole lot of these rappers like

I'm not a hater, I'm a player congratulator

But some of these rappers’ll bite like alligators and crocodiles

And it's not a proper style

If you gotta say you've got staaayyaallll

You'd never know that you were tropicaaayyaallll

So show me your canines and let me see you smile

[Chorus]

Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild

Everyone wanna be hip so I thought I'd better go

And take it to the bridge, dingostyle

[Bridge]

"How much is that doggo in the window? The one with the waggle-y tail?"

"That is a dingo and it is not for sale."

"How much is that doggo in the window? The one with the waggle-y tail?"

"That is a dingo and it is not for sale."

[Verse 3]

So I hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground running

A man on a mission, I canned inhibition

And I ran with the vision. Every man in here listen

If you're planning to fit in as a piece of the puzzle

You're a piss in the puddle. A pissant, so poor

- No pot to piss in, a supper that's spawned

For kings to sup on, I surpass them, a pawn

To kill them en passant, Possum put the puss on

And P.S. I canned inhibition

Ran with the vision. Did I have an ambition?

Well, I wouldn't say that a dingo could be ambitious but it can be damn vicious

So put my shit on and listen