His singlet isn't clean
He's wearing daggy jeans
He had the biggest mullet that I ever seen
He had the half-closed eyes
Guzzling up meat pies
And knocking me out if I snickered or sighed
Has no clue 'neath his hair
Has less brains that a pear
He told me "Piss off", but I know that he don't care
'Cuz the TV was blaring
His team was playing
Could not help staring
What an utter git

And he
Was a true bogan!
Just...damn!
What a real bogan!

Never looks at wine
It's beer all the time
It don't matter what kind, it tastes fine, so fine
Chin is very coarse
Mainly grunts, no talk
If he does, it's in that accent I abhor*
Always on the town
He's buying twenty rounds
(That's "round" the drinking thing, and not the bullet thing)
His accent is grating
His belly's shaking
He wears a huge grin
And he is rather thick

Cause he
Is a real bogan!
Yeah, he
Is such a bogan!
"Goodonya, mate!"
I said, he
Is a real bogan
He loves his drinking cuz he
Is a real bogan

Yeah, a bogan
Not much thinkin'

Ah, he
Is a real bogan!
He has a mullet cause he
Is a real bogan!
Yeah yeah, he
Is a real bogan!
Drinks like a fish, because he
Is a real bogan!
Yeah, he is a
Yeah, he is a real bogan!