Lyrics Secret Track. Pls Don't Listen - Aunty Donna

Secret Track. Pls Don't Listen

Hey Red?
Yeah, Bluey?
I was wondering…
How many men named Geoff do you know?
Gee, let me think
I’ll start
My mate Geoff’s a posty
Wakes up with the cockatoos
Rides his old red Honda
Delivering mail to me and you
How many men named Geoff do you know?
Your turn!
How many men named Geoff do you know?
I have a mate named Tim
He lives for the weekend
Tows his boat and his missus
Down to the river bend
Hey Red, this song’s about Geoff’s, mate
Righto, sorry
Have another go
I know a bloke who’s a baker
He goes by the name of Paul
Nah mate, just listen to me
Geoff’s, ok?
I know a bloke named Geoff
Spends all his time in the shed
With only magazines for company
No wonder he’s unwed
How many men named Geoff do you know?
How many men named Geoff do you know?
Russel russels horses
No!
Greg greases gears?
No!
Dale?
No!
Phil?
No!
Quinton?
No!
Lesley?
No!
Ben? Sam? Tom?
No!
Jesus! This song’s about Geoff’s, mate!
Surely you know a Geoff?
Yeah, I can think of one
Alright then, sing about him!
How many men named Geoff do you know?
How many men named Geoff do you know?
My mate Geoff’s a farmer
Shot himself in the head
Jesus fucking Christ —
Aw shit, I didn’t know-
Oh fuck, mate, fuck, that is…
Fuck…
Fuck…
Shouldn’t have pushed you on that one mate, I’m sorry
…Alright