Mundy Carpound lyrics

It's three O clock on Monday
There's one more hour of school
There's nothing in my lunchbox
The teacher's lost his cool

I'm staring out the window
I can't wait to be free
Free of all this bullshit
To act out all my dreams

Well, meet me at the car pound
With some cans of spray paint
I can bring some cigarettes
'Cause momma's gone away
And daddy's playing poker

He don't care anyways
He's been out since Friday
Squandering all his pay

Tonight, I plan to make it
To be free at last
Free of all this bullshit
To hike up my mast


I'll write you when I get there
I'll send you my address
'Cause I have got to get this
Lorry off my chest

Meet me
And you can bring your girl along
Well, if she's got a lovely friend
And we'll show them what us town boys
Do with some time to spend

And bring some Coca Cola
I found a bit of whiskey
'Cause it could be a long time
'Till I'm back here with yee

Meet me
And daddy's just a joker
He don't care anyway
He's been out all weekend
Squandering all his pay