[Verse 1]
It was one of those days
One of the days where the sun had rays
Coming out of its face in little triangle shapes
Designer shades and a smile on his face
And he's got mad love for the human race
One of the days where the sky was blue
The clouds were white and the bread was too
One of those days where the breeze was mild
The grass was green and the world was a scene
That was drawn by a child
(Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild)
(Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild)
(Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild)
It was one of those days
One of the days where I was feeling glum
My ear was beating to only its own drum
My ear was beating to only its own drum -
The world around was soca and reggaeton
One of those days where I was feeling bad
I'd seen a band but the band was bland
But the bland band was the band on the bandstand
And their whole damn vibe was "you wouldn't understand"
[Chorus]
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip so I thought I'd better go
And make love to the world, dingostyle
[Verse 2]
So I hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground running
A man on a mission with canine cunning
You hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground running
'cause the bassline's coming
So self-congratulatory
But everybody's been stroking me and patting me
But I'm a predator I can't eat flattery! Can't be mad at me -
Blame whoever let the dogs out of the academy, man
They left me feeling like a Raggedy Ann doll
Spread thinner than twin catamaran hulls
But now I've got some more juice in the battery
Howling at the moon, raise the roof off the canopy
So when you hear the (dingo howls)
That'd be onomatopoeia
And when the moon's full and the billabong's clear
And the wolf packs howl, when the throng's near
I try to sing, but isn't the song queer?
I can't help but feel I don't belong here
And when the moon's full and the billabong's clear
And the wolf packs howl, when the throng's near
I try to sing, but isn't the song queer?
I can't help but feel I don't belong here
“Where did he come from?” “Where did he come from?”
“Where did he come from?” - Yo - it doesn't matter!
Now I'm everywhere, man, Coolangatta to Parramatta
Running from the "blaka-blaka" of trackers and trappers
Bob Katter-types and parasites in paradise
Kinda like what I see a whole lot of these rappers like
I'm not a hater, I'm a player congratulator
But some of these rappers’ll bite like alligators and crocodiles
And it's not a proper style
If you gotta say you've got staaayyaallll
You'd never know that you were tropicaaayyaallll
So show me your canines and let me see you smile
[Chorus]
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip, no one wanna be wild
Everyone wanna be hip so I thought I'd better go
And take it to the bridge, dingostyle
[Bridge]
"How much is that doggo in the window? The one with the waggle-y tail?"
"That is a dingo and it is not for sale."
"How much is that doggo in the window? The one with the waggle-y tail?"
"That is a dingo and it is not for sale."
[Verse 3]
So I hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground running
A man on a mission, I canned inhibition
And I ran with the vision. Every man in here listen
If you're planning to fit in as a piece of the puzzle
You're a piss in the puddle. A pissant, so poor
- No pot to piss in, a supper that's spawned
For kings to sup on, I surpass them, a pawn
To kill them en passant, Possum put the puss on
And P.S. I canned inhibition
Ran with the vision. Did I have an ambition?
Well, I wouldn't say that a dingo could be ambitious but it can be damn vicious
So put my shit on and listen
