Melbourne Sunset

[Chorus]
Floating on the mothership to the motherland
Going home for the first time in who knows when
Fly high as the pyramids
When I kick this, strictly for my immigrants
Floating on the mothership to the motherland
Going home for the first time in who knows when
Fly high as the pyramids
When I kick this, strictly for my immigrants

[Verse 1]
You know we rockin' for the homeland
Whenever we touch down up in your town
That's the way that we rock
Dirty dogs better stay low down
I ain't seen no red phones now
And no clowns save you taking the lot
Sending a message like the post
Our service to show how working
Up on your own dreams on the way to the top
I want my people to be so proud of what they're doing
That they will throw pounds when they're saying "What up?"
And if you're feeling this vibe, if you're feeling inclined
Motherfucker, get wild, 'cause we're making it hot
And, yeah, we're tryin' to get some figures
But only as real musicians
Yeah, we keep our shit legit, we're never faking the funk
And middle finger to the idiots who support all the bigots
Yeah, let's point out the biggest one, that's Tony Abbott
Fuck your medieval government, you fucking budgie smuggler
I don't know what you've got against this foreigner blood
But brother, you're out of order, need to get you deported
Don't worry, we'll keep your daughters
Because they're fucking hot
Go to vet, air-conditioner there, keeping this gal
I thought that shit was finished but I guess I was wrong
And I'm on, I keep on freak-freaking these hiss-weak frequencies
Made by the snare of the drum
Bring the muscle like a supplement
Bullshit, we're culling up, we're going dumb again
I need to just

[Refrain]
We play up, play up, dun-de-de
Yay-ya, yay-ya, dun-de-de
Yay-ya, yay-ya, dun-de-de

[Outro]
Ah-ha! Eh, do you– do you not know who this is?
Do– do you not know who you are messing with?
Eh, chale, chale
This is the House of Beige representatives
And when we are your shit
We cannot get jiggy with this shit
I, I would not even wipe my shit with your shit
You see, you see, we, we are– we get buck wild
This is cassava, a plant here, with melted chilli pepper
And don't forget the okra
We are the okra of the year, uh-huh
Now, now, I must ask: Who is this "Remi"?
I want the N'fa Jones, he got many techniques, yeah
I like that boy, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh
We get down, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Eh, Remi? We get down, yeah, yeah, cha!