Just a quiet young bloke from out near Hay With a well respected family name He didn't drink or smoke never swore or fought Well at least that's what his parents thought But that all changed on the day he headed off to school He became a household name for breaking all the rules He'll be straight arm drinking blind man thinking How can I go wrong? Well he's the best he'll show the rest He's right where he belongs Bringing to the table how his old man used to play It's a job it's a duty to Let the grog monster off the chain He's a bit of a legend with all his mates When he ploughs the tractor right through the gates And he'll drag the dirtbike through the door Do some doughnuts on the kitchen floor He'll be spinning from the clothesline And fighting mates for fun The centre of attention when he's wearing all his rum Now he'll go down in history As an alcoholic inductee And we won't forget the stunts his pulled Or the machinery that he's totalled But he'll use his sk**s train them up initiate his peers The grog monster tradition will then live on for years Party startin' fire lightin' dancing in the rain Raise that arm above his head and look out He's off the chain Tractor driving, bare-fist fighting, going all the way Damage and destruction is his game He's off the chain