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🎪🎤 “Ranga Jon (King of the Carny Crew)” 🎤🎪

Out the van with a grin and a plan,

Got lollies in stock and a Red Bull can,

He’s the boss of the lot, the showground man,

If you’re short on a tick, better pay while you can.

Got Maddie on his arm, she's sweet like fairy floss,

But don’t test her temper, or you’ll cop a loss.

With Volley by his side, doin’ Mitchell’s work twice,

While Mitch counts the cash, actin’ all nice.

🎵 Ranga Jon, with the sunburned charm,

Pulls a crowd with a mic and a one-hand arm,

From Perth to Kalgoorlie, he's the carny don,

Life of the party – yeah, that’s Ranga Jon! 🎵

He sells Maccas for ten if you're desperate and fried,

And he’ll hustle a can like it’s gold inside.

"One strike tick rule," yeah, that’s the code,

Argue on payday? Off the van you go.

Smashin’ bottles, yellin’ “Win it for ya missus!”

Then roastin’ the blokes with emotional disses.

He’s a walking loudspeaker with thongs on his feet,

And a mullet so proud it deserves its own seat.

🎵 Ranga Jon, with the stubby in hand,

Talkin’ shit at the stand like a one-man band,

From lollies to darts, yeah he’s got it goin’ on,

Carny king of the crew – it’s Ranga Jon! 🎵

Takes a Dexie, smokes a dart,

Then builds a menu like it’s bloody fine art.

Sippin’ Coke, dodgin’ tasks from the boss,

Still somehow ends up runnin' the whole cross.

AFL tips and a scratchie dream,

Still yellin’ “Load the Dodgems!” with his team