[Intro]
Yeah, chuck a [?]
Another cold one, a cold one
[?]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Sippin' some ice cold VB
Out the forty litre esky
In front of the flat screen TV
Got the Acca Dacca CD
Got the VL and VT
Mate, I've been sippin' on frothies
But I'm still gonna grab my car keys
[Verse 1]
No, I don't fuck with RBTs
No, I don't blow in those machines
So I take the coppers on a goose chase through residential streets
I keep hand grenades on me
In the can or stubby
Yeah, that VB makes me feel free
I don't need your girl's MD
All I need's a few VBs
All I need's a bit of that brew to get me some of that dopamine
All I need's a bit of that piss runnin' down my throat, it's the G.O.A.T
Now I go, oh, oh, oh
Sippin' Vic Bitter with a chip dinner
On thе More Chilli, I'm a big winner
If your bloke's troublе, I'm a king hitter
I stay sober with my stiff liver
On the speedboat, gonna deepthroat those green stubbies that I love most
My drinks fridge, gotta keep close
The VB goes where we go
[Bridge]
I drink it up
I drink it up
I drink it up
All day long
All I do is sip it up and sip it up and sip it up
I can't get enough
(Please go get me one more)
[Chorus]
Sippin' some ice cold VB
Out the forty litre esky
In front of the flat screen TV
Got the Acca Dacca CD
Got the VL and VT
Mate, I've been sippin' on frothies
But I'm still gonna grab my car keys
[Verse 2]
You can get it poppin' long range foxes with the shotty
You can get it knockin' blokes out in a fight in ice hockey
You can get it on a dusty turnin' pitch facin' offies
You can get it watchin' Sunrise with that bald bloke Kochie
It's a hard-earned thirst for some real hard work
Sweat patches on my shirt
I've been shiftin' all this dirt
I've got bleedin' palms, but it doesn't even hurt
'Cause I'm twelve stubbies deep, but I still feel alert (I feel alert)
You can't see my abs because I've been sinking all these slabs (Where my abs?)
I bought smokes for my son 'cause I thought they were FADS
At the pub with the lads, tellin' me that I'm a shit dad (Shit dad)
CUB just called me 'cause they want me starrin' in the next ad (CUB)
I'm swimmin' in a lush sea of green and orange tins
You cobbers should see the state of my recycling bin (Jesus)
Hard yakka got me thirsty like your missus is for me (Thirsty)
That girl pretty, but no chance, I'm married to the VB