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Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
I'll show you the cracks, kid, show you the cracks
Living in a trailer at my house, my house
I'll show you the cracks, kid, show you the cracks
Got a 15 year mortgage on my house, my house
And it’s fixed now, for 7 years
Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
You got to hear them out kid, hear them out
Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
I waited seven months and fifteen days
There’s sewage pipes for miles at my house, my house
And the neighbors can't do their washing
There's a burglar scoping out my house, my house
Because the locks don’t work on the door
Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
You gotta phone em up kid, phone em up
We got engineers lined up at my house, my house
And one of them is mapping the floor
Gonna need a rebuild of my house, my house
As the bricks descend from the wall
There's a freak out brewing in my house, my house
As the costs mount
Cause the EQC is looking at my house, my house
You gotta phone em up kid, phone em up
And never ever get put on hold
No never ever get put on hold
Don’t ever get put on hold, put on hold
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It's Grim Out East
03:10
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Woolston, South Shore, Avonside, Styx
Aranui, New Brighton, Shirley, Avon Loop
Hillsborough, St Martins, Travis Swamp, Charlesworth
South Brighton, Queenspark, Balmoral Hill
It's grim out east, it's grim out east
Burwood, Ferrymead, Bexley, Opawa
Phillipstown, St Martins, Parklands, Pines Beach
Kaiapoi, Cowpat, Scarborough, Richmond
Bromley, Waltham, Roimata, Sumner
It's grim out east, it's grim out east
Horseshoe Lake, Linwood, Mt Pleasant, Wainoni
Dallington, Lyttelton, Clifton, Kairaki
Brooklands, Heathcote, Taylor's Mistake
Avondale, Redcliffs, St Andrew's Hill, Charleston
It's grim out east, it's grim out east
It's grim out east, it's grim out east
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Double Brownlee
03:14
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Well I’m twice the man that I should be
With a flowing double chin and a beer belly
Another week filled with spouting shit
I need to kick back and relax a bit
Waddling with an enormous load
Look left, look right, just cross the road
Demo companies are the ones I favour
Potato top pies are the ones I savour
Another round of Double Brownlee
I mean, c’mon. Just how bad could I be?
I might get titchy, like a hot nor’wester
But when the clock hits 2 I have a siesta
Spend all day, spitting bull crap
I got every maccas marked on a map
Knick knack paddywhack give the dog a bone
My sausage fingers can’t use the phone
I know I’m doing well, I’m feeling the love!
The Christchurch Old Boys are my favourite club
You know I’ve got a super-phat bassline
Did I say bassline? Sorry, meant waistline
Another round of Double Brownlee
I mean, c’mon. Just how bad could I be?
I might get titchy, like a hot nor’wester
But when the clock hits 2 I have a siesta
Slugging back on a Double Brownlee
I can’t see straight, I don’t feel healthy
I’ll run this town, until I get bored
I’m your overweight, Ilam-based overlord
Tahi rua toru wha
You can walk I’ll drive the car
Rima onu whetu waru
I swear my offer is good value
I make the laws up as I go along
It doesn’t even matter if I get it wrong!
I don’t know why the peasants moan
Forget green or red, you’re in the brown zone
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I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
Who was never made for the spotlight
Now I’ve got a story to tell
Stashed at the back of the wardrobe,
Unloved and neglected
I really came into my own
When the going got hectic
Now I long for those simple days
When all I did was stop go on motorways
When the highlight of my week was industrial safety
But things haven’t been so simple lately
The photos, the journos, reporters
Each day a bigger mob
I had no time for the people
Too busy doing my job
For week after week I never got a clean
Anyone who got near me could smell exactly where I’d been
But no-one can deny that I look good on camera
And in this day and age, well that’s all that matters
In parts of the city the smell is putrescent
But you’ve got nothing to fear if your dressed in fluorescent
They say that hi-vis is good for protection
But who ever knew it could win an election?
I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
Who was never made for the spotlight
Now I’ve got a story to tell
Stashed at the back of the wardrobe,
Unloved and neglected
I really came into my own
When the going got hectic
I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
Who was never made for the spotlight
Now I’ve got a story to tell
I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
And I’ll spend the rest of my days
In some kind of hi-vis hell
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