Wanna Go Fishin Lez chords by Cartoons Music

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: G

Difficulty: Novice

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Going around fucking brown town town, Fuckin around, Fuckin singin about.
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S’pretty good town mate.
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Sas mate come up to me and he says, “wanna go fishing lez”. And I said you know what, why not.

(Where’s my invite cunt)

So we popped down the jetty,
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Fuckin hopped in the tinie,
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Started up the cunt,
And off we went.
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Is about noon, is was a fuckin good day for it mate.

(Fuckin oath lez mate)
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So sas mate rolled a big fuckin doob of some skitz shit that he grew, and fucking oath cunt,
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could smell it from here, hasn’t even fuckin lit it yet

(Yeah you usually have pretty good stuff don’t ya sas mate.
Get it from the fuckin best Donny)

So sas mate lit the doobscin.

(Oh of course, of course)
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Took a great big draw

(yeah he’s fuckin doin it now)
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Kind that would ya fuckin throat sore... Then he passed it to me

(aw fuck what you do then lez.
Fuckin tell ya would I did Donny)
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I took a great big fuckin toke and fucken oath cunt it made me choke, and fucken hell mate I got so high,
thought I was gonna die.
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Then I said to sas mate, can we go shore, he said “sure mate”,” what for”

(don’t even remember this ay)
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Said I need to hang a fuckin bush poo, he said “ mate go do what ya gotta do” and I said “ mmmm fuck yeah,
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fuckin oath”. So I’m squatting in the fuckin bush, still stoned off sas mates kush,
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and I puffin out this great big bog, fucken size of a log.
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So sas mate still fishin, catching brim, there’s no leaves around to wipe my ass, better go for a swim.

Cunt.