You can call it what you want
But it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
f#ck that, honey
You can come and wave your flag
But it don’t mean a thing to me
No, it just don’t mean a thing
f#ck that, honey
You can call it what you want
But it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
f#ck that, honey
You can come and wave your flag
But it don’t mean a thing to me
No, it just don’t mean a thing
f#ck that, honey
They said, “Hey Briggs, pick a date” (okay)
“You know, one we can celebrate” (for sure)
“Where we can come together
Talk about the weather, call that Australia Day”
I said, “How about March 8th?” (that’s a good one)
And we can do it on your Nan’s grave (got that b#tch!)
We can piss up, piss on her face
Get lit up and burn out like Mark Skaife
They screamin’ “love it or leave it” (love it!)
I got more reason to be here, if you could believe it
Won’t salute a constitution or who’s underneath it
Turn that flag to a noose, put a cease to your breathin’
I can’t get in my whip, I get a ticket for that
I get a DWB, and that’s a “Driving Whilst Black”
I turn the other cheek, I get a knife in my back
And I tell ’em it hurts, they say I overreact
So f#ck that (f#ck that!)
You can call it what you want
But it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
(Hey Briggs!) f#ck that, honey
You can come and wave your flag
But it don’t mean a thing to me
No, it just don’t mean a thing
I said celebrate the heretic anytime outside Jan. 26 (anytime)
That’s the date for them suckas doin’ that sucka sh#t (that’s true!)
That’s that land takin’, flag wavin’ attitude
Got this new Captain Cook dance to show you how to move (move it!)
How you wanna raise a flag with a rifle
To make us want to celebrate anything but survival?
Nah, you watchin’ tele for The Bachelor
But wouldn’t read a book about a f#ckload of massacres? (what!)
I remember all the blood and what carried us (I remember)
They remember twenty recipes for lamingtons (yum)
Yeah, their ancestors got a boatride
Both mine saw them comin’ until they both died
f#ck celebratin’ days made of misery (f#ck that)
White Oz still got the black history (that’s true)
And that shirt will get you banned from the parliament
If you ain’t havin’ a conversation, well, then we startin’ it
You can call it what you want
But it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
f#ck that honey
You can come and wave your flag
But it don’t mean a thing to me
No, it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
Nah, it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
Nah, it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
Nah, it just don’t mean a thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
Nah, it just don’t mean a
Mother—f#ckin’ thing
No, it just don’t mean a thing
Wave it, wave it baby
Wave it, wave it (eat the flag)
Wave it, wave it mama
Wave that flaggy (wear the flag)
Wave it, wave it baby (what you gonna do?!)
Wave it, wave it (wave it baby!)
Wave it, wave it mama
Wave that flaggy
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A.B. ORIGINAL FEAT. DAN SULTAN Lyrics – JANUARY 26