Well I can see what I am to you
A bogan through and through
with a 1-0-90 do
And I know the way I live is not for youse
VB is my calling, and so is Winnie blues

Moccassins and beanies
A brickie's cleavage crack
I am a mullet cut the sides but never touch the back
Cricket, brew and footy
Flannellette galore
I am mullet hear me roar, cause I'm too big to ignore

They sometimes say I'm bringing culture down
I dress to unimpress, and then I hit the town
Revving up my panel van, a V8 Kingswood beast
My dole all gone on petrol, I live in suburbs east
They say my hair looks ferret-like
But they have been misled
A mullet's not a fish
It's living on my head!