He’s got a 2012 Ford Falcon that/
He bought for a bargain at a Southeast Flat/
The Owner had no papers and the license plate was a clear white slab/
Registration out of date and VicRoads said/
‘Drive around in that and you’ll end up dead’/
But there’s one place that my ol friend knows where every single day is a used car show/

Cars of all kinds pull up to the store/
A haven for blokes who think their wives are a bore/
A place where you can swap your personality/
With a bumper sticker that says something witty/

All I need, is for someone to see/
My sick new rims and my custom canopy/
Did you ask about my fuel-air ratio?/
Sounds like Supercheap Autofellatio/

If you've got a shitbox with custom rims/
And an expired membership at the gym/
If you've got decals that glow in the dark/
You'll fit right in at power centre carpark/
Where Bogans and private school boys alike/
Gather to talk shit about men on bikes/
They'll told me all their parts wereall top shelf/
And they start sucking themselves

The regulars draw you in with their epic yarns/
They'd be dead before they shopped at autobarn/
A place you can swap your personality/
With a limited edition Jack Brabham plushie/

All I need, is for someone to see/
The skid marks I leave all across main street/
The only thing that lets the testosterone flow/
Sounds like Supercheap Autofellatio

You can install huge subs and leather seats/
Jumbo cup holders and a side stripe sleek/
But wherever you go and wherever you roam/
You’ll find no beast fiercer than shoppers at the auto store/
From Manchildren with a Ford GT/
Soccer Mums with their backseat TV’s/
Even tradie’s with busted up utes/
Gotta buy motor oil and brand new loot/
The guy behind the counter cracks a wink/
As you enter for the fifth time that week/
Head hung in shame as you fish out the receipt/
To return a roof racks and a pink leather seat/

All I need is for someone to see/
My finest hour doing doughnuts in Chelsea/
The roar of the engine is as addicting as blow/
It Sounds like Supercheap Autofellatio/