[Intro]
Spew in the vineyard
Wake up on a lawn chair
Sunburnt eyelids
Whose farm is this, I don’t care (nah)
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a HiAce
Six blokes, one brain cell
Cooler full of warm cans
This trip already smells
Tour bus full of dropkicks
Tour guide lookin’ traumatised
Hit that cone in the car park
Now the ducks look weaponised
Stompin’ through the grapes like
“Where the tastin’ paddle at?”
You sniffin’ hints of blackberry
I’m sniffin’ my bumbag
Sommelier talkin’ tannins
I’m talkin’ ‘bout a kebab
He swirlin’ notes of cedar
I’m swirlin’ in a yabby trap (help)
[Chorus]
I’m drunk in the Yarra Valley
Racks of vines goin’ wobbly, wavy
Got green in the air like pollen
Pass that bag, my posture’s failin’
Yeah, blackout in the Yarra Valley
Laugh so hard that the cops look friendly
If it’s classy we’re here to wreck it
High as debt and low on credit (ayy)
[Verse 2]
Took a selfie with a scarecrow
Thought it was the Uber
Tried to flirt with a sheep
She just chewed on my scooter
Cousin in a cellar door
Screamin’ “PLAY SOME DEATHCORE”
Old couple sippin’ chardonnay
Now they in the mosh pit on the floor
Dropped a tab in the spit bucket
Called it “single batch art”
DJ on a picnic rug
Spinnin’ noise from a broken cart
Farmer yellin’ “get off the tractor”
I’m like “this my throne, my chapter”
Change gears, stall out, fly backwards
Now I’m king of the grape disaster (bow down)
[Chorus]
I’m drunk in the Yarra Valley
Racks of vines goin’ wobbly, wavy
Got green in the air like pollen
Pass that bag, my posture’s failin’
Yeah, blackout in the Yarra Valley
Laugh so hard that the cops look friendly
If it’s classy we’re here to wreck it
High as debt and low on credit (yah)
[Bridge]
[beat glitches, guitars chug in half-time]
Face down in the gourmet cheese
Mixed the strains with the riesling breeze
Tour bus left, I’m a local now
Mailbox bed, that’s a country couch (what?)
If I wake up in a wine barrel
Tell my mum I died feral
Put “Yarra Valley blackout boy”
On my carved-out headstone, final joy (rah)
[Chorus]
I’m drunk in the Yarra Valley
Racks of vines goin’ wobbly, wavy
Got green in the air like pollen
Pass that bag, my posture’s failin’
Yeah, blackout in the Yarra Valley
Laugh so hard that the cops look friendly
If it’s classy we’re here to wreck it
High as debt and low on credit (skrrt)