I want everybody to get down to the road as soon as possible
Grab your scooters, We’re going for a long ride
Let’s go for a ride to the other side of the world
Put on a helmet, join our team and you feel alright
No more sitting on your arse you need some exercise
It’s the message so listen and you will see
No illusion the adrenaline is what you’ll feel
Get that adrenaline pumpin’ so you can get a thrill
I explain once again, you will get a thrill
So get on your scooters and start:
Yeaahhh!!
Alright scooter riders, this is where we’ll ride, yes!
Aaaaaargh!
From Australia to China to the U.S.A. and the whole world
Let me ask you if there is a better way to get a thrill
Than to go for a scooter ride around the world
Don’t you know we just want you to have a good time
No traffic or extreme weather will make us stop
Now the time has come we will get extreme
I explain once again, you will get a thrill
So get on your scooters and start:
Parody of “The Sound of Breaking Up” by Maccrane Paul.
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I clench my arse (the gas is building up)
I hold my breath (I’m about to fart)
I take one heave (I open my arse)
(FAAAAAAAAAAAARTTTTT!!!!!) (this is the sound of a breaking fart!)
Just let one rip in the classroom one day
Coz my bowels were in pain after eating a tin of baked beans
I didn’t want it to be silent
I wanted it loud
So I… I heave one out real hard
And yell “THAT WAS A GOOD ONE!!!”
The kids laughed and the teacher yelled “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??”
So this is what I told him:
I clench my arse (the gas is building up)
I hold my breath (I’m about to fart)
I take one heave (I open my arse)
(FAAAAAAAAAAAARTTTTT!!!!!) (this is the sound of a breaking fart!)
Got 3 days detention for farting in class
So I didn’t get off easy but it was fun anyway
I got bored with nothing to do so it was tempting to fart again
And I know I’ll get in more trouble
But I… I just couldn’t give a shit
So I farted EXTREMELY hard
The detention teacher yelled “CRIKEY!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??”
So this is what I told him:
I clench my arse (the gas is building up)
I hold my breath (I’m about to fart)
I take one heave (I open my arse)
(FAAAAAAAAAAAARTTTTT!!!!!) (this is the sound of a breaking fart!)
I clench my arse (the gas is building up)
I hold my breath (I’m about to fart)
I take one heave (I open my arse)
(FAAAAAAAAAAAARTTTTT!!!!!) (this is the sound of a breaking fart!)
(Note – I’m not stereotyping all Australians as yobbos with this sort of profile as I know most Aussies aren’t yobbos as I’m a true blue Aussie myself, this is just a pisstake of the stereotypical beer drinkin’ footy lovin’ yobbo which I totally exaggerated for the fun of it)
The stereotypical yobbo (also known as an ocker):
Appearance:
1 – fat with a huge beer gut
2 – really hairy
3 – around 40 years old
4 – butch chubby face with stubble hair
5 – short black oily dirty hair
6 – has a plumber’s crack when sitting on a stool in a pub
7 – smells like a combination of fart, shit, piss, sweat, cigarettes and beer
8 – wears an akubra hat with corks dangling off it or an old fishing hat with badges and fishhooks lodged in it
9 – wears an old black or navy blue extra large shearer’s singlet with holes in it and reeks of sweat
10 – wears a brown pair of King Gee stubby shorts or a pair of green stubby footy player’s shorts with yellow stripes going down one side
11 – wears a pair of old worn out thongs on his feet which have wear holes in the heels
12 – wears an old checkered flannelette jack, worn out jeans and steel-cap boots during winter
13 – has dirty black fingernails that’s encrusted with dirt and grease
14 – has dirty nicotine stained choppers
15 – has a few tattoos
16 – has a REALLY thick slurred Aussie ocker’s accent
Habitat:
1 – lives in the outback with a lot of bush around on the outskirts of some old hick town
2 – his house is an old 1950s fibro house with a rusty tin roof and is infested with rats, mice, roaches, ants, spiders, termites, dust mites, mozzies and flies
3 – the interior of his house smells like a combination of stale fart, cigarettes, sweat and beer and has beer cans and cigarette butts all over the floors on old ruddy carpet plus bits of half-eaten meat pies on the lounge room floor
4 – the exterior of his house has gardens full of weeds, grass that is 1 metre tall, rusty car parts and other junk piled up all over the front and backyard, and a few smelly rotten dead animal carcasses lying here and there near the house
5 – has an old termite infested wooden shed with a rusty tin roof made of beer cans
6 – has a large pond with a tractor tire tube floating on it so he can lay on it and get a sun tan
His stuff:
1 – an early 1970s HQ Holden Kingswood ute that is full of rust and has ripped up vinyl seats and has enough room in the back tray for 16 pisstank yobbo pub mates or 50 slabs of beer, which is his transport whether it be driving to the local pub, work or the footy, or to transport his yobbo pub mates or slabs of beer
2 – a rusty tin water tank with bird shit floating on top and is connected to the water mains, this is his drinking water
3 – a really 50 year old extremely dirty outdoor backyard thunderbox dunnycan that pongs of shit and piss and hasn’t been emptied in 25 years and the cast iron seat is infested with crabs and encrusted with crusty shit stains, the ideal place for him to go if he’s outside and really busting to go
4 – a rusty old 1950s Victor lawnmower with only one mower blade, so he can mow the grass once in a blue moon
5 – a tattered old couch that is ripped up so he can sit back and relax while watchin the footy
6 – a 1970s colour TV set that is 63cm and has a half worn out picture tube and rotary controls so he can watch footy and cricket on it
7 – an early 1980s VCR so he can tape the footy and cricket while he’s at the local pub
8 – a 1950s valve radio that crackles so he can tune to 2KY and listen to the Melbourne Cup after betting at the TAB
9 – a rusty old 1960s washing machine that’s full of pubic hair so he can wash his singlets and stubby shorts in it
10 – bedroom with a rotten old bed infested with flees and termites
11 – a wardrobe full of dirty clothes
12 – a kitchen with a sink full of really dirty dishes that haven’t been washed in 2 weeks
13 – a grimy old 1950s refrigerator so he can store his slabs of beer and pre-cooked meat pies in it
14 – an extremely dirty 1970s microwave that is encrusted with mouldy bits of meat pie so he can cook his meat pies in it
15 – bathroom with a dunny that rarely gets flushed and has crusty stains down the bowl and skid shit trails going down the pipe
16 – an old shower with lime and crap clogged in the shower head so he can take a shower once in a blue moon
17 – an old slimy bathtub with a rusty plug hole so he can brew his homemade beer in it
18 – a rusty razor blade and a rough cake of Solvo soap so he can shave his face
19 – a cattle dog named “Bluey” that barks 24/7
20 – a whole pile footy and porno magazines and Footrot Flats comics
21 – an old brown half deflated footy so he can kick it around when he’s shit-bored
22 – an old fishing rod with rusty fishing tackle so he can go fishing and the rusty hooks give fish tetanus
23 – a big collection of old country rock records including Slim Dusty’s big hit pub song “I Like To Have A Beer With Duncan” plus a collection of Cold Chisel albums
24 – an esky sitting beside the tattered couch so while he’s watchin the footy and he’s thirsty he can pull out a stubby without getting off his lazy arse
His lifestyle:
1 – drinks slabs and slabs of beer especially of these brands: VB (Victoria Bitter), Fosters Lager and Toohey’s Draft
2 – eats LOTS of meat pies with tomato sauce
3 – smokes Winfield cigarettes
4 – has a bunch of pisstank yobbo pub mates
5 – often farts and belches
6 – congratulates his farts by going “YAHHH THAT WAS A GOOD ONE!!!” when he does a really loud smelly one
7 – is racist and a chauvinistic pig
8 – loves to chant “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!! OI OI OI!!!” when he’s at the footy even though both footy teams are Australian and there’s no foreign team playing
9 – worships footy and cricket as a religion and the stadium is his church
10 – when he’s at the footy he loves to throw half eaten meat pies and beer cans at the footballers of the opposing team
11 – has a shower once a month
12 – shaves once every 2 months
13 – is really constipated and shits once every 4 days
14 – usually hangs out at the local pub and gets shitfaced with his pisstank yobbo pub mates and tells a bunch of lies
15 – has a job as a sheep shearer which earns him enough money to buy his beer and pies and tickets to the footy and cricket and extra to throw a bet at the TAB
16 – never brushes his teeth
17 – watches lots of footy and cricket on TV and shows like “The Footy Show” and “Totally Footy” and “Wired World Of Sports”
18 – his idols is Richie Benaud (the cricket commentator), Paul Hogan (famous Aussie icon) and John Hopoate who plays for Sydney Tigers (also known as ‘brownfingers’ as he’s shoves his fingers right up footballers dates)
19 – is a chronic swearer
20 – is a lazy bludger and tells people to piss off when they ask him for favours
21 – likes to drive his pisstank yobbo pub mates around in his Kingswood ute
22 – loves to play ocker games with his mates such as pissing competitions in the bloke’s dunny at the back of the pub seeing who can piss the highest and hit the ceiling or have a beer and pie comp who can sink the most slabs of beer and down the most trays of meat pies
23 – changes his jocks once a month
24 – never washes his hands after picking his nose or picking the lint from his plumbers crack
Parody of “It’s Raining Men” by The Weather Girls.
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Here’s another song parody I made up which is a parody of the Weather Girls 1982 disco classic “It’s Raining Men” which I entitled “It’s Raining Beer” and here are the lyrics:
Oi! We’re your weather blokes ah huh
And we have got news for you, better listen!
Get ready, all you thirsty ockers
And leave your beer cans at home. Alright
Humidity is rising Barometer’s getting low
According to all sources, the footy’s the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half past ten
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start raining beer.
It’s raining beer! Bloody oath! It’s raining beer! Hey mates!
I’m gonna go out to drink and let myself get
Absolutely pissed blind!
It’s raining beer! Bloody oath!
It’s raining beer! Every brew!
Fosters, VB, Tooheys and Extra Dry
Sweet and sour and bitter and tangy
God bless Mother Nature, she’s a beer drinker too
She took off to the pub in heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every yobbo to take a piss from the sky
So that each and every bloke could drink their perfect brand of piss
It’s raining beer! Bloody oath! It’s raining beer! Hey mates!
It’s raining Beer! Bloody oath!
It’s raining Beer! Hey maaaaaaaaaaaaates!
Humidity is rising Barometer’s getting low
According to all sources, the footy’s the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half past ten
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start raining beer.
When Hopoate and the Tigers go out on the field
He kicks the footy and he tackles real low
He don’t like the Dragons but likes their dates
So he jams his fingers right in and does the Hopoate shuffle
(Hey Craig! Hey Craig!) Hey Craig! Hey Craig!
(Well, poke, poke, poke, poke!) Well, poke, poke, poke, poke!
(Right up his date, right up his date) Right up his date, right up his date
(Ooh ooh ooh the pain!) Ooh ooh ooh the pain!
Well he never misses the arse so he jams his fingers in and does the Hopoate shuffle
Well Craig Smith and the Dragons hate John Hopoate
He is filthy footballer and should be known as “date fingers”
He gets such a delight to do the plugger and shaker
Ramming his fingers right in and doing the Hopoate Shuffle
(Hey Craig! Hey Craig!) Hey Craig! Hey Craig!
(Well, jab, jab, jab, jab!) Well, jab, jab, jab, jab!
(Right up his clacker, right up his clacker) Right up his clacker, right up his clacker
(Ouch, my arsehole!) Ouch, my arsehole!
Well he never misses the arse so he jams his fingers in and does the Hopoate shuffle
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Well Craig and the Dragons love to see
Hopoate get his arse kicked out of the team
So Hopoate got 12 months suspension
Because he loves to be up-to-date and do the Hopoate Shuffle
(Hey Craig! Hey Craig!) Hey Craig! Hey Craig!
(Well, plug, plug, plug, plug!) Well, plug, plug, plug, plug!
(Right up his bumcrack, right up his bumcrack) Right up his bumcrack, right up his bumcrack
(Piss off brown fingers!) Piss off brown fingers!
Well he never misses the arse so he jams his fingers in and does the Hopoate shuffle
(That’s right)
He does the Hopoate Shuffle (What has he done?)
He does the Hopoate Shuffle (That’s what I thought he done!)
He does the Hopoate Shuffle (Ouch ouch ouch ouch!)
He does the Hopoate Shuffle (Dirty bastard!)
Well he never misses the arse so he jams his fingers in and does the Hopoate shuffle
1 – find a Dalek
2 – exterminate it before it exterminates you
3 – open the head hatch and pull the hideous Kaled mutant out
4 – cut and dice the mutant into meaty chunks
5 – put the diced Kaled chunks back into the Dalek shell
6 – pour 5 litres of water in
7 – chop up lots of vegetables and throw them in
8 – add salt and pepper with a hint of chilli powder
9 – add a hint of beer
10 – add 2 litres of gravy
11 – put the Dalek shell containing the Dalek stew onto a large gas stove and heat it at 250 degrees celsius for 3 hours
12 – open up the hatch, grab some bowls and a ladle and serve yourself and your mates Dalek stew
13 – EAT EAT EAT
Well well, at camp we were in need of a portable toilet
Oh yeah, it is illegal to piss and shit in the bushes
So we called up Go Hire
To hire a portalooooooooooooooo
Portaloo – me and my mates were busting to go
Portaloo – our bowels and bladders were totally full
Portaloo – we couldn’t hold off we needed to go
Portaloo – we rang Go Hire to get us one
Portaloo – finally here comes the truck with a portaloo
Well well, we were about to shit and piss ourselves
Oh yeah, we scrambled to get in first and had a fight
And who got in first
It was me and I let it all flyyyyyyyyyyy
Portaloo – me and my mates were busting to go
Portaloo – our bowels and bladders were totally full
Portaloo – we couldn’t hold off we needed to go
Portaloo – we scrambled to get in and had a fight
And who got in first
It was me and I let it all flyyyyyyyyyyy
Portaloo – me and my mates were busting to go
Portaloo – our bowels and bladders were totally full
Portaloo – we couldn’t hold off we needed to go
Portaloo – the last one to get in shit and pissed himself
Portaloo – it was full and reeked of shit
In the beginning back in the 1970s
Man didn’t know much about bush survival
Nor wrestling crocs
Steve Irwin was only a kid
Les Hiddins finished serving Vietnam war
Both didn’t know what their future was
But Harry Butler had the news
He said-
“Let there be bush” and there was bush
“Let there be outback” and there was outback
“Let there be bush tucker” and there was bush tucker
“Let there be snakes” and there was snakes
“Let there be crocs”
And it came to pass
That bush survival and croc wrestling was born
All across Australia Steve’n’Les
were trekking in the bush
Les Hiddins became Bush Tucker Man
Steve Irwin became Crocodile Hunter
And they both became TV stars
And got really rich
There were 15 million crocodiles
For Steve Irwin to wrestle
And plenty of bush tucker for Les Hiddins
And this is what they had to say
“Let there be bush”
“Outback”
“Bush tucker”
“Snakes”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh let there be crocs”
One day out in the bush Les found some bush tucker
There was a tree full of witchetty grubs and he ate them all
Steve said “CRIKEY” when found a lagoon of crocs
He wrestled them all yelled out loud
I’m too chauvinistic for my wife, too chauvinistic for my wife
My wife’s gonna leave me
I’m too fat for my stubby shorts, too fat for my stubby shorts
I have plumbers crack
And I’m too pissed to get out of the pub, too pissed to get out of the pub
That’s where I normally stay
And I’m too lazy to have a bath, to lazy to have a bath
I smell of fart and sweat
I’m yobbo, I live on beer and pies
And I love watchin’ footy on TV
Yeah on TV, on TV
I love watchin’ footy on TV
I’m too large for my singlet, too large for my singlet
So large my gut is hanging out
And I’m too lazy to get a job, too lazy to get a job
I bludge on the dole
I’m an yobbo, I wear singlet stubbies and thongs
And I live in the outback of Australia
Yeah the outback of Australia, the outback of Australia
My house is a tin shack in the outback of Australia
I’m too pissed for my, too lazy for my, too smelly for my
‘Cos I’m a yobbo, I drive a Kingswood ute
It is rusty and drive like a bomb
Yeah like a bomb, like a bomb
My ute is rusty and drives like a bomb
I’m too blokey for my mates, too blokey for my mates
I have a thickest Australian accent
I’m too chauvinistic for my wife, too chauvinistic for my wife
My wife’s gonna leave
And I’m too yobbo for this song
The other year in Aussie Rugby it was Sydney Tigers vs the Cowboys. John Hopoate in the Sydney Tigers tackles one of the footballers in the Cowboys and sticks his fingers right up his date! 😀 And it was caught LIVE on TV :cheesy: 😀 :cheesy:!!! And also made the papers too, front cover big picture of Hopoate with his fingers right up that poor bloke’s date! Hopoate has been known for datefingering other footballers before, and as a result of this incident got 12 months suspension hehehe :grin:!!! Hopoate is now known as either ‘brown fingers’ or ‘date fingers’!
Anyhow here’s a bunch of Hopoate jokes that are from a google group, these ain’t mine:
Shame about being sacked, Hopoate could have rectum.
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As much as things change they stay the same: Hopoate was in the shit, then he was caught, and now he’s still in the shit.
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If the police get involved, Hopoate could end up in the pokey.
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Now that he’s out of the game, Hopoate is desperate and dateless.
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Now that he has been sacked, it is rumoured that Hopoate is about to follow Mundine ringside.
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John Hopoate has been nominated for an Oscar for his lead role in “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Finger”.
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Anagram of Hopoate: Poo Hate!
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Rugby league may be a Stone Age game, but it was first to enter the digital age.
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John Hopoate has changed his name. He is now known as John Hand-to-party.
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Hopoate has changed his name to Stop-a-farte.
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Q: Which finger did he use?
A: His ring finger.
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Q: How do the judiciary decide on this punishment?
A: Is there a ‘rule of thumb’?
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What’s the problem? He was only keeping up to date with his opponents.
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Did you hear, with Hopoate the Tigers have gone digital?
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The coach claimed the charge was a bum rap! Hopoate’s actions were merely a niggle!
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Headline: Police Wash Hands of Hopoate Antics!
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Let’s hope he doesn’t bite his fingernails.
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A view from a fan: this leaves a foul taste in my mouth.
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Hopoate’s defense: it was only a brown eye gouge.
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Hopoate’s defense: they were giving me cheek.
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Hopoate’s defense: Honest, he was just lying prostate on the ground.
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Hopoate’s defense: I saw an opening and went for it.
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Hopoate’s defense: The coach told me to penetrate their defenses.
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Hopoate’s defense: Its just the old one hand tackle.
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He must be getting married. I heard Hopoate was checking out some rings on Saturday night.
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Hopoate: the human thermometer.
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Q: What’s John Hopoate’s favourite biscuits?
A: Chocolate fingers.
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Q: What’s the difference between a bowling ball and a north Queensland cowboy?
A: You can stick 3 fingers in a bowling ball.
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Q: What’s Hoppa’s favourite cake?
A: A Finger Bun.
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“I think the criticism levelled at Hoppa is totally unfounded, he is being fingered for a crime he did not commit”. Coach Lamb.
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I heard that Hoppa has a segment on the footy show called Hoppa’s Up-date
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What’s the bet Terry Lamb will tell him to pull his finger out
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John Hopoate: Public Enema Number 1
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Headline: Hoppa “piles” on the tries.
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“Players don’t report cases like Hopoate’s because they’d be the butt of all jokes” – Roy Masters (former West’s Coach)
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Is the whole thing a three-ring circus?
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A chance for Channel 9’s The Footy Show to make something of its “player probe”?
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Hopoate to have a cameo role in the digitally enhanced versions of The Lord Of The Rings and Finger of Guilt.
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How come Field and McGuinness got six months for cocaine but Hopoate only got 12 weeks for crack?
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Do The Hopoate
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You put your left thumb in
You pull your left thumb out
You put your left thumb in
And you shake it all about
You do the Hopoate and you turn the game around
And that’s what it’s all about.
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The John Hopoate Virus: your computer will insert random digits – often where they are quite unwanted
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Perhaps something good will come out of Hopoate’s poking about.
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Did you hear the league is going to crack down on Hopoate.
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Q: What did the other player sing when John Hopoate stuck his finger up his bum?
A: “Baby you are the one you really turn me on you can stick your finger up my hole again”
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Q: What is John Hopoate’s biscuit?
A: Shrewsbury, because of the hole in the middle.
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Q: What does Hopoate like doing at a game?
A: Picking player of the match.
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Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony.
Stuck a finger up his arse
and said “I am John Hopoate”
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John Hopoate is the butt of everybody’s jokes.
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After John Hopoate was suspended Manly offered him a job at the clubhouse. He was to go around the bar pushing in stools.
As I walk to the pub where to get pissed with my mates
I take look at my Kingswood ute and realize it’s a rusty bomb
But that’s just perfect for a yobbo like me
Because it’s has room in the back for slabs of VB
On Friday night I’m watchin’ footy on TV
While drinkin’ VB and eating meat pies… Oi!
And I’ve been a chauvinistic pig for so long that
My wife has divorced me and is now long gone
I’m the bloke of my house, it’s always a mess
Cigarette butts on the floor and beer cans on the couch
I never take a shower nor brush my teeth
I’m 45 years old a living like a pig
We’ve spent most our lives
Living in a yobbos paradise
I get shitfaced at the pub every night
Living in a yobbos paradise
I do some hard yakka once or twice
Living in a yobbos paradise
I live on beer and pies
Living in a yobbos paradise
I’ve been driving my mates around in my ute last week
They were in the back tray with a fews slab of VB
We were heading to the footy, to watch the game
Footy is our religion and the church is the game
I’ve never had a job, I’ve been bludgin’ on the dole
A yobbo in a tuxedo? You know that’s unheard of
I wear a shearers singlet and stubby shorts
And my mates all agree I look cool wearing thongs… Oi!
My backyard dunny is so pongy that you’ll suffocate to tears
I haven’t cleaned the bloody thing in 25 years
We are very uncultured and don’t give a shit
We’re also hygienically impaired
There’s no computer, no widescreen TV, no DVD
Not a single piece of modern technology
Just a 1970s colour TV
To watch the footy and drink a VB
We’ve spent most our lives
Living in a yobbos paradise
My house is infested rats and flies
Living in a yobbos paradise
I hate the new age guys
Living in a yobbo’s paradise
I change my jocks maybe once or twice
Living in a yobbos paradise
Drinkin’ slabs of VB, eating lots of meat pies
I’m growing a beer gut, and I tell lots of lies
Think you’re really lazy? Think you’re a bargearse?
Well, after I shit in the dunny I never wipe my arse
I’m the typical Australian ocker with a thick Aussie accent
Everytime I’m on the piss I go off my rocker
So don’t expect favours from me and don’t put me off
Otherwise I’ll have to tell you to “piss off”
We’ve spent most our lives
Living in a yobbos paradise
I watch footy on TV Friday nights
Living in a yobbos paradise
I mow the lawn maybe once or twice
Living in a yobbos paradise
My hair is full of lice
Living in a yobbos paradise
Parody of “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm” by The Crash Test Dummies.
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Once there was this cow who
Was on heat and broke into the bull paddock
And when she finally came back
She had a family of 675 calves
It was from when
She mated with all the bulls
Moo Moo Moo Moo
Moo Moo Moo Moo
Once there was this bull who
Was teased by some stupid hick farmer
And when the farmer wasn’t looking
The bull charged up and bucked him hard
The farmer was rushed to hospital
With bull horns stuck in his buttcheeks
Moo Moo Moo Moo
Moo Moo Moo Moo
Both bull and cow had their fun
Having calves and bucking stupid farmers
And then there was this calf who
Had malfunctioning bowels and couldn’t stop shitting
And when it was grazing season
The paddock was absolutely covered in cow patties
The farmer made big bucks
Selling cow manure
Appearance:
Looks a little like the character “Mrs Bucket” on the UK comedy “Keeping Up Appearances”
Aged between 55 and 70
Chubby with a bulldog face
Has a British upper class snobbish accent
Burgundy coloured hair
Wears glasses
Wears an old lady’s dress
Her habitat:
A really old stylish 19th century mansion somewhere in UK
Interior of the mansion is full of stylish antiques and mahogany trim
Has a ballroom for so she can dance to old farts music with her snobby friends
Her lifestyle:
A total utter snob
A total square
Listens to opera music
Hangs with upper class snobs
When someone does something that’s slightly insulting she says “Hmph! Why I never!”
Anything to do with sex, rock music, lower class citizens and swear words is taboo to her
Her favourite artists are Pavarotti, Bach, Mozart, Chopin, Mrs Miller, Kamahl, Mario Lanza, Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby
When shopping she buys the most expensive upper class clothes
Often goes to operas to watch opera singers perform
Aggrevates other drivers when driving her Volvo around
Her Volvo car:
A typical late 1980’s Volvo 244 sedan that’s been done up into a luxury car
Has a car alarm that goes off when someone comes within 30 feet
Has airbags for every seat and to the sides
Has leather seats
Her driving:
Drives 50km below the legal limit in the fast lane on highways causing traffic jams
Often honks her horn at any driver
Pulls out in front of cars always almost causing an accident
Takes 2 minutes to go after the light’s gone green which the light goes red again and pisses the other drivers off
Puts her blinkers on 2 minutes before she turns into a street
Plays classical and opera music real loud while driving and leaves the windows down so others can hear it
When someone tries to overtake her she pulls out in front of them so they can’t pass her
She parks her car 10 feet from the curb which causes traffic blockages
Has her lights on high beam during daytime
Well I’m horny horny pimp class society
God’s gift to big ball notoriety
And I always take my sex pills
So my balls are never small
The chicky babes say I’ve got
The biggest balls of all
I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
They’re such big balls
And they’re hairy big balls
That guy’s got big balls
This guy’s got big balls
(But I’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
And my balls are always bouncing
While I’m bonking a chick
And my penis cums and cums again
If your name is on my sex list
No one can do you better
Every chick says I’ve got
Big balls of pleasure
I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
They’re such big balls
And they’re hairy big balls
That guy’s got big balls
This guy’s got big balls
(But I’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
Some balls are small as penuts
And most are normal sized
But when they’re huge as beach balls
They’re my balls under my pants
My balls are always bouncing
While I’m bonking my chicks
It’s my belief that my big balls
Should attract all the chicks
I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
Hairy big balls
They’ve got big balls
He’s got big balls
(But I’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
(I’ve got big balls)
(I’ve got big balls)
And they’re just itching with VD rashes
Oh I had such wonderful fun
Genital warts, crabs, the clap
(I’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
Parody of “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks. Parody by Chris Franklin.
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I hate the new age guys
I’m a chauvinist
I live on beer and pies
Tried to tell ya
But you look at me like maybe I’m an angel
underneath
Hehe, don’t brush my teeth
Yesterday I lied
But all me mates gave me a real good alibi
Thanks guys
(No worries, mate)
I really went out drinking
I told you I was at work
Don’t ask me for commitment
Because it’s something I will shirk
CHORUS 1:
I’m a bloke, I’m an ocker
And I really love your knockers
I’m a labourer by day
I piss up all me pay
Watching footy on T.V.
Just feed me more V.B.
Just pour my beer and get my smokes and
go away
Or take me as I am
This may mean you’ll have to fetch another can
Rest assured if I start to make you breakfast
I’m going to extremes
But tomorrow I’ll get shit-faced
And today won’t mean a thing
CHORUS 2:
I’m a bloke, I’m a yobbo
And me best mate’s name is Robbo
Winfield is me cigarette
I dress in flannelette
Shearer’s singlet that is blue
Throw in a few tattoos
You know you wouldn’t want me any other
way
When you think you’ve got me figured out
The season’s already changing
(From footy to cricket)
I think it’s cool when I act like a tool
And me mates try to shave me
I’m a bloke, I’m an ocker
And I really love your knockers
I’m a labourer by day
I piss up all me pay
Watching footy on T.V.
Just feed me more V.B.
Just pour my beer and get my smokes and
go away
Oi!
I’m a bloke, I’m a yobbo
And me best mate’s name is Robbo
Winfield is me cigarette
I dress in flannelette
Shearer’s singlet that is blue
Throw in a few tattoos
You know you wouldn’t want me any other
way