What is a bloke to do?
A Friday night round here.
Well you grab some Bourbon and motor off,
To Burgmann's Boxing B.B.Q.
Its held out back of the mechanics shed.
Mechanic mayhem is what it is.
Where burn-outs are done in a art-work Holden,
smoke and rubber swim round your head.
Snags and Bourbon and home made cookies
are consumed before each bout.
Then the boys they don the boxing gloves,
the Testosterone cheer rings out..
Knock his bloody block off,
and get in there ya mug.
All the time a rorkous laughter,
as they dance round in the grease and mud.
Yes there is grazes from kissing the ground,
at times a bloody nose.
Still its just the boys, having good clean fun,
No one really come to blows.
As night ends,
and I'm sure it does,
but I haven't seen it yet.
There is little movement the next day,
All that testosterone was well spent.
BURGMANNS BOXING B.B.Q.
yes the stories are all true.
I just wish I had a little less Bourbon,
and seen the night right through...
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