Grog Monster

Just a quiet young bloke from out near hay

With a well respected family name

He didn't drink or smoke never swore or fought

Well at least that's what his parents thought

But that all changed on the day he headed off to school

He became a household name for breaking all the rules

He'll be straight arm drinking blind man thinking

How can i go wrong?

Well he's the best he'll show the rest

He's right where he belongs

Bringing to the table how his old man used to play

It's a job it's a duty to

Let the grog monster off the chain

He's a bit of a legend with all his mates

When he ploughs the tractor right through the gates

And he'll drag the dirtbike through the door

Do some doughnuts on the kitchen floor

He'll be spinning from the clothesline

And fighting mates for fun

The centre of attention when he's wearing all his rum

Now he'll go down in history

As an alcoholic inductee

And we won't forget the stunts his pulled

Or the machinery that he's totalled

But he'll use his skills train them up initiate his peers

The grog monster tradition will then live on for years

Party startin' fire lightin' dancing in the rain

Raise that arm above his head and look out

He's off the chain

Tractor driving, bare-fist fighting, going all the way

Damage and destruction is his game

He's off the chain

He's off the chain