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Lord Battery Daddy (King of the Tracks) 2 by Alannah

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Lord Battery Daddy (King of the Tracks) 2 by Alannah - Aussie pub rock,male vocals music cover art

Lord Battery Daddy (King of the Tracks) 2

Aussie pub rock,male vocals

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Lyrics
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šŸŽø [Intro – Spoken Over Riff]
Oi! Fire up the barbie, crack a coldie – Lord Battery Daddy’s in the bloody building!
(Aussie chant) ā€œOi! Oi! Oi!ā€
šŸŽ¤ [Verse 1]
He was born with a stubby in his hand,
From the Navy straight to dry land.
Now he’s guardin’ trains with a beer belly proud,
Whistles at noon, and he's always loud.
Wears stubbies short but dreams real big,
Bald up top, but a mullet wig.
Swears at clouds and the damn TV,
Thinks VB stands for "Very Best Me."
šŸŽø [Chorus]
He’s Lord Battery Daddy, BBQ King!
Flips snags with one hand, grabs his ding-a-ling.
Sue’s in the kitchen, regrettin’ her life,
Married to a bloke with a beer gut and strife.
He’s crude, he’s rude, got no class at all,
But he’ll neck a whole slab and still stand tall.
Lord Battery Daddy, Aussie as sin—
Drop your daks, mate, let the bogan begin!
🄁 [Verse 2]
Tells Navy tales with a filthy grin,
About ā€œsea biscuitsā€ and rum-soaked sin.
Says he fought a shark with his flamin’ thong,
(But he just tripped in a pool all along).
He’s banned from Bunnings, twice from Coles,
For moonin’ a manager and stealin’ rolls.
But on the platform, he’s the boss with pride,
Yellin’ ā€œSTAND CLEAR!ā€ while his flies unzip wide.
šŸŽ¤ [Chorus]
He’s Lord Battery Daddy, meat tray lord!
Shouts ā€œBINGO!ā€ at funerals, never bored.
Sue just sighs and pours her wine,
Prayin’ to Centrelink for a sign.
He’s crass, he’s brash, but a legend too—
Built like a fridge and smells like roo.
Lord Battery Daddy, Aussie and free,
Winks at ya mum and pees on a tree!
šŸŽø [Bridge – Shouted with Guitar Solo]
"Oi Sue, where’s me flamin’ tongs?!"
"Stop cookin’ the salad, that’s not what Aussies do!"
"Who invited vegans? Not on me turf!"
"I'll marinate me meat in Bundy – like a real man!"
šŸŽ¤ [Final Chorus – All In]
He’s Lord Battery Daddy, hero of blokes!
Farts in the bath and calls it ā€œjokes.ā€
Train guard by day, pisshead by night,
Still wears his dog tags when he fights.
He’s rude, he’s lewd, but he’s ours to keep—
Sleeps in a chair, farts in his sleep.
Lord Battery Daddy, raise a beer high,
He’ll moon ya at weddings, then kiss ya goodbye!
šŸŽø [Outro – Group Chant]
Battery Daddy! Oy! Oy! Oy!
Snags and beer! Oy! Oy! Oy!
Sue deserves a medal! Oy! Oy! Oy!
This song’s cooked… like his bloody steak!