Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Aussie kid on the bus at dawn Salt hair Still half asleep Hit Maccas Coffee in a paper cup Laughin’ at the gulls in the street Flip-flops slap through Woolies aisles Cheap esky Snag pack for the day Throw it all in the boot Mate Point the bonnet down the bay [Chorus] We run waves under the sun Sydney Bare feet burnin’ on the sand Got a barbie smokin’ in the breeze That brise Yeah Ash on my fingers Bottle in my hand From the suburbs to the surf Feel it thunder We’re loud We’re proud We’re down under [Verse 2] Car stereo up Windows down Shoutin’ words we barely know Sticker-faded board in the back seat Ready for that rip and roll Seagulls dive on a bag of chips Old bloke laughs from his chair He says “Don’t waste that perfect arvo Kid” So we dive straight into the glare [Chorus] We run waves under the sun Sydney Bare feet burnin’ on the sand Got a barbie smokin’ in the breeze That brise Yeah Ash on my fingers Bottle in my hand From the suburbs to the surf Feel it thunder We’re loud We’re proud We’re down under [Bridge] [Guitar breaks into a bending Singable lead line] All these small-town Shoreline stories Tan lines fading But they stay in my head Every burnt snag Every bad sunburn Every silly thing we said [Chorus] We run waves under the sun Sydney Bare feet burnin’ on the sand Got a barbie smokin’ in the breeze That brise Yeah Ash on my fingers Bottle in my hand From the suburbs to the surf Feel it thunder We’re loud We’re proud We’re down under (hey!)
Tags
rock, Crunchy alt-rock band feel, male vocals; overdriven electric guitars with open, ringing chords and a bright lead riff. Verses stay tight and palm-muted, drums pushing with a steady groove; chorus explodes with wide power chords, gang shouts, and big room reverb on the snare. Middle eight lifts with a soaring melodic guitar line and tom-heavy build before a final, shout-along chorus., electric
Duration
3:23
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026