Bogan Nachos

Описание: Lyrics:

VERSE 1]
Margot said “bogan nachos” — and the world lost its mind,
Like a chip with mince is a bloody war crime.
It’s Doritos religion, oven-door faith,
Cheese on top, mate — that’s gourmet taste.
City snobs clutch pearls, actin’ all posh,
I’m clutchin’ a tray and I’m ready to mosh.

[PRE-CHORUS]
No linen, no manners, no fucks to give,
Hot tray on the bench — that’s how we live.

[CHORUS]
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
CHIPS + MINCE + SALSA + CHEESE —
BOW DOWN, YOU SOFT-COCK FOOD POLICE!
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
IF YOU HATE IT, STAY UP THERE —
WE’RE DOWN HERE BREATHIN’ BBQ AIR!

[VERSE 2]
Avocado crown like a green little hat,
Melted cheese blanket, warm as a slap.
Salsa drippin’ like a dodgy tattoo,
One bite in and I forget my problems too.
It’s not “authentic,” it’s not a quest —
It’s drunk-food science: minimum stress.
Eat it loud, crumbs on the floor,
If class wants a fight, we want one more.

[PRE-CHORUS]
No chef, no rules, no fancy spiel,
Just an oven, a tray, and a stubby meal.

[CHORUS]
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
CHIPS + MINCE + SALSA + CHEESE —
BOW DOWN, YOU SOFT-COCK FOOD POLICE!
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
IF YOU HATE IT, STAY UP THERE —
WE’RE DOWN HERE BREATHIN’ BBQ AIR!

[BRIDGE]
Some call it trash — I call it art,
A hot little miracle for the broke of heart.
It ain’t fine dining — it’s fuel for the night,
Now shut up and sing, ya picky shite.

[FINAL CHORUS]
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
CHIPS + MINCE + SALSA + CHEESE —
BOW DOWN, YOU SOFT-COCK FOOD POLICE!
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
BO-GAN NA-CHOS! (HEY!)
IF YOU HATE IT, STAY UP THERE —
WE’RE DOWN HERE BREATHIN’ BBQ AIR!

[OUTRO]
(chant)
NA-CHOS! NA-CHOS!
BO-GAN NA-CHOS!