Lyrics

They won lotto, moved up to Vaucluse.
Packed up the family, and the rotty too.
Traded in the commodore, for a BMW,
Goon bags to prosecco, the burbs to harbour views.

Up - per class bogans,
Well to do Paul Hogans,
Trash the neighborhood, that's the slogan!
For up - per class bogans.

Livin' round the corner from the Packers,
Start the day with a little Acca Dacca,
Designer tracky dacks and a mullet by Pierre,
There's tinnies in the pool, and hootchie kootchie in the air.

Up - per class bogans,
Well to do Paul Hogans,
Trash the neighborhood, that's the slogan!
For up - per class bogans.

The relatives are movin' in, the front lawns full of cars,
If you don't like the scenery, you can kiss their... Grass

Their kids are going well at grove hill grammar,
They've only been suspended half the summer,
The missus treated herself to a little nip and tuck,
Got talked into the bundle... now she's all racked up.

Up - per class bogans,
Well to do Paul Hogans,
Trash the neighborhood, that's the slogan!
For up - per class bogans.

Up - per class bogans,
Well to do Paul Hogans,
Trash the neighborhood, that's the slogan!
For up - per class bogans.

Up---per---class
Bogans