Got my brothers in the back,
Got my brothers in the front,
And we're cruisin' down on Fenner Street
In the hot hot sun.

We pull into the KFC,
Going to get a feed,
Pile out of the Holden fast,
'Cause we're feeling the need.

Five minutes later,
Pigging out, full up to my eyes,
I go back to the parking lot, and ow!
Some bugger stole my car!
Stole my car! Stole my car!

Our brother was real pissed off,
No one knew just how I feel.
So we went looking for the wanker
Who had stolen my cool wheels.

We went into the cop shop,
Talked to the police.
Said 'ow, Mr Copper, bro,
Some bastard stole my car!'
Stole my car! Stole my car!

OW, MR POLICEMAN (MR POLICEMAN),
WE WERE IN KFC MAN (IN KFC, MAN),
AND THE NEXT TIME I LOOKED AROUND (LOOKED AROUND),
THE NEXT TIME I LOOKED AROUND (LOOKED AROUND),
THE NEXT TIME I LOOKED AROUND (LOOKED AROUND),
THE NEXT TIME I LOOKED AROUND (LOOKED AROUND),
SOMEONE HAD THIEFED OFF WITH IT!

Jumped into the cop car,
Went for a cruise around,
Now keep your fellas eyes peeled
For an HQ Holden coloured brown.

Man, just then we saw it,
It was parked outside the pub.
Ow, Mr Copper, ow there it is bro,
That's the one!

So we went in to the pub,
And we made some inquiries.
Saw a fella at the bar
With my bloody car keys!

Now I said to the copper fella,
"There he is"
And I smacked him in the head,
And said "Ah, read 'im his rights, bro,
'Cause he...stole my car!
Stole my car! Stole my car!

OW, BULLY, (OW BULLY)!
OW YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT!
(YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT!)
'CAUSE NOW YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL (GOING TO JAIL),
YES, NOW YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL (GOING TO JAIL),
THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL,
YES, NOW YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL (GOING TO JAIL),
AND IT SERVES YOUR DUMB ARSE RIGHT, BRO!
(SERVES YOUR DUMB ARSE RIGHT) TRUE!
YES IT SERVES YOUR ARSE RIGHT!