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Intro

Riff 1

I may not be a Wog, but I look like one.

I may not be a Wog but my mates are Wogs.

I may not be a wog, but I'm a disco hero

 My best mates name is Spiro-whoa

I may not be a wog, but my shoes are Italian

Can't help it if the girls think I'm a real stallion

I went to the disco with a sock in my pant's

 All the wogs in New Town, thought I could really dance

I may not be a wog, but my mates who are wogs

don't mind if I take their sisters who are wogs

to the movies, as long as my mates who are wogs

are sitting in between us, and as long as I pay

for them and their sisters and their aunties and their uncles

their fathers and their mothers in their black dresses

with their shopping bags all bogotifying chaperoned

 euh euh euh euh euh euh-euh-euh-euh-euh-euh

Riff 2

(I) May not be a wog, but my back is very hairy

The clothes I wear, are very very lairy

I may not be a wog, but I go out on Friday nights

 I give a little cheek, it get's me into fights. oh yeah

Rhythm guitar behind solo

Riff 3

I may not be a wog, but I been to Italy and Greece

They treat me really good, not like some Queensland police

The people in Queensland, they like me a lot

But the Queensland police, they hunt me like a

run Rodney run Rodney run run run

You'll beat those Queensland coppers

'Cause they're dumb dumb dumb

They'll get by, without their Rodney pie

 So run Rodney Run Rodney Run Run Run

Riff 4

Now my mate Tony makes a really good pizza

my lady has black hair and her name is Patricia

she had black hair and with me she is a big hit

 It's not all on her head, some is growing in her armpit yeah

I may not be a wog, but I look like one

I may not be a wog, but my mates are wogs

I may not be a wog, but i can dance dance dance with a sock in my pants!

i like to eat pasta and beano and milkshakes and Big Macs and Mars Bars,

all together at the same time, I'm a wasted Wog!

or a wasted wogs mate.

 oh, run Rodney run Rodney run run run

You'll beat those Queensland coppers

'Cause they're dumb dumb dumb

They wont get by, without their Rodney pie

So run Rodney Run Rodney Run Run Run

I'm not a wog, but my mates are wogs

 and I look like a wog