(Verse 1) Oi, out here in Oz, things ain’t what they seem, With ghosts in the bush, showin' up in my dream. These ain’t the regular spooks, nah, they’re rough, Bogan ghosts, mate, with an attitude tough. They haunt the pubs, they haunt the creeks, Drivin' old utes, throwin' spooky techniques. They’re knockin' back beers, spittin’ out tales, With dusty old flannos and ghostly ales. (Chorus) Who ya gonna call? Ghosts Down Under! Spirits in thongs makin' noise like thunder. If ya see ‘em floatin’ by the billabong, It’s just the bogan ghosts, movin' along. (Verse 2) They’re ridin' through towns on phantom four-wheelers, Throwin' ghostly cans, shoutin’ “Cheers, ya sheilas!” From the outback pubs to the roadhouse stops, They’re spookin’ up blokes, makin' jaws drop. There’s Mick the Mysterious, floatin’ through fog, With a ghostly mullet and a stubbie dog. And Sheila the Shady, givin' folks a fright, Scarin' campers out in the dead of night. (Chorus) Who ya gonna call? Ghosts Down Under! Spectres of the bush, pullin' folks asunder. They’re the bogan phantoms of the outback land, Hauntin’ the night, with an empty can in hand. (Bridge) Now the Ghostbusters crew, they’re flyin' in, With traps and gadgets, ready to win. But the bogan ghosts, mate, they don’t care, They vanish in the dust, right into thin air. These blokes won’t scare easy, they’re rough and loud, Laughin' at the gear, callin’ it "too proud." They pop back up, behind a pub wall, While the ‘busters scratch their heads, givin' it their all. (Verse 3) In the middle of town, at the old shed, The ghosts gather round, raisin' their heads. They howl like dingoes, kickin’ up sand, Spookin’ up trouble all across the land. But they’re just havin' fun, Aussie-style, Pullin' a prank, makin’ folks smile. And when the sun rises over the plains, The bogan ghosts vanish, leavin’ no chains. (Final Chorus) Who ya gonna call? Ghosts Down Under! From dusty trails to skies of thunder. They’re Aussie spirits, wild and free, Bogan ghosts in the land of the gumtree. (Outro) So here’s to the spooks, the outback’s own, Hauntin' the land they once called home. In flannos and thongs, forever they roam, The bogan ghosts of Australia’s home.
Australian Rock style
English
The song evokes a sense of playful nostalgia and humor, celebrating the Aussie culture and its iconic bogan lifestyle. It brings light-heartedness, amusement, and a sense of camaraderie among listeners as they relate to the characters and settings described.
The song can be played at informal gatherings, pub nights, and outdoor events to create a fun and lively atmosphere. It could also serve as a quirky Halloween party anthem, especially in Australia, given its humorous take on ghost stories.
Musically, the song features a catchy, upbeat rhythm typical of Australian rock, likely involving guitars and perhaps a driving percussive beat. The lyrics employ colloquial Australian slang, creating a strong sense of place and character. The playful structure includes repeated chorus lines for sing-along potential, enhancing audience engagement.
(Verse 1) Oi, out here in Oz, things ain’t what they seem, With ghosts in the bush, showin' up in my dream. These ain’t the regular spooks, nah, they’re rough, Bogan ghosts, mate, with an attitude tough. They haunt the pubs, they haunt the creeks, Drivin' old utes, throwin' spooky techniques. They’re knockin' back beers, spittin’ out tales, With dusty old flannos and ghostly ales. (Chorus) Who ya gonna call? Ghosts Down Under! Spirits in thongs makin' noise like thunder. If ya see ‘em floatin’ by the billabong, It’s just the bogan ghosts, movin' along. (Verse 2) They’re ridin' through towns on phantom four-wheelers, Throwin' ghostly cans, shoutin’ “Cheers, ya sheilas!” From the outback pubs to the roadhouse stops, They’re spookin’ up blokes, makin' jaws drop. There’s Mick the Mysterious, floatin’ through fog, With a ghostly mullet and a stubbie dog. And Sheila the Shady, givin' folks a fright, Scarin' campers out in the dead of night. (Chorus) Who ya gonna call? Ghosts Down Under! Spectres of the bush, pullin' folks asunder. They’re the bogan phantoms of the outback land, Hauntin’ the night, with an empty can in hand. (Bridge) Now the Ghostbusters crew, they’re flyin' in, With traps and gadgets, ready to win. But the bogan ghosts, mate, they don’t care, They vanish in the dust, right into thin air. These blokes won’t scare easy, they’re rough and loud, Laughin' at the gear, callin’ it "too proud." They pop back up, behind a pub wall, While the ‘busters scratch their heads, givin' it their all. (Verse 3) In the middle of town, at the old shed, The ghosts gather round, raisin' their heads. They howl like dingoes, kickin’ up sand, Spookin’ up trouble all across the land. But they’re just havin' fun, Aussie-style, Pullin' a prank, makin’ folks smile. And when the sun rises over the plains, The bogan ghosts vanish, leavin’ no chains. (Final Chorus) Who ya gonna call? Ghosts Down Under! From dusty trails to skies of thunder. They’re Aussie spirits, wild and free, Bogan ghosts in the land of the gumtree. (Outro) So here’s to the spooks, the outback’s own, Hauntin' the land they once called home. In flannos and thongs, forever they roam, The bogan ghosts of Australia’s home.
[Verse] Donderend geluid De vloer beeft De stofzuiger Waanzinnig en ongehoord Zuigkracht als een duivelse storm Staal en stof Het kwaad in vorm [Verse 2] Helm wat roestig Slangen kronkelen Onderschat het gevaar De vloeren rillen Mechanische beest De wil van staal Huisduidelijk Zonder mensentaal [Chorus] De stofzuiger deed een wheely Stof en puin Gehuld in waanzin Spontaan en wild De lucht in Huishoudelijke hel Zonder zin [Bridge] Geen genade Het huis verandert Rotzooi vliegt rond Schade ontbrandt Alledaags Maar toch gevreesd Vernieling als een huispestfeest [Verse 3] Met helse kracht Door marmers glijdt Gierend Schreeuwend De balans kwijt Chaos zaait Met borstel en slang Een huishoudelijk monster Eeuwig bang [Chorus] De stofzuiger deed een wheely Stof en puin Gehuld in waanzin Spontaan en wild De lucht in Huishoudelijke hel Zonder zin
