The mullet king is the one and only... Michael Doe, the king of mullets. He is a hairy beast.

bogan like, like a bogan.
a bogan is somebody who wears flannelette shirts, black sunnies and black drainpipe jeans, sometimes with socks and thongs. mullets are generally very common among bogans.

Derogatory term for a style of hard rock that was prevalent in the 70s, practiced in its purest form by the band Foreigner. Few bands played cock rock exclusively, but some artists with cock rock tendencies include Bad Company, Peter Frampton, Grand Funk Railroad, the Rolling Stones, Ted Nugent, John Fogerty, Aerosmith, AC/DC, and Bob Seger.

Musically, cock rock overlaps with blues rock, southern rock, hard rock, and arena rock, but what ties it all together as cock rock is an egocentric, tough-guy swagger and lots of ridiculous macho posturing. The lyrics often equate hard-rocking with virility and dangerousness.

The genre's primary audience was (and still is) guys with mullets and Camaros.

Though cock rock still gets plenty of airplay on classic rock radio, there are (mercifully) very few new practitioners of the style.

A native of Terre Haute. These people are among the slowest humans on the planet both mentally and physically. They enjoy mullets, walmart, and romantic dinners at the Ponderosa steakhouse. They have trouble properly operating automobiles and like to leave appliances in the street.

1. Referring to the style of metal-influenced political punk born in the 80s in england by bands such as Amebix, Axgrinder, and Deviated Instinct.
2. A punk who listens to crust music and dresses "crustie" ie: all black, studded denim jacket or vest, and a plethora of band patches and pseudo-politcal slogans. Other common features included dred mullets and homemade tattoos.

an awesome song by sum 41

Storming through the party like my name was el nino
When I’m hangin out drinking in the back of an el camino
As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name.
I trashed my own house party cause nobody came.

I know I’m not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never going, ever showing up when we had to.
Is it attention that we crave don’t tell us to behave,
I’m sick of always hearing act your age.

I don’t want to waste my time
Become aother casualty of society.
I’ll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.

Because you don’t
Know us at all we laugh when old people fall.
But what would you expect with a conscience so small.
Heavy metal and mullets it’s how we were raised.
Maiden and priest were the gods that we praised

Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and,
Cutting people down is just a minor offence then,
It’s none of your concern, I guess I’ll never learn.
I’m sick of being told to wait my turn.

I don’t want to waste my time
Become another casualty of society.
I’ll never fall in line
Become another victim of your conformity
And back down.

Don’t count on me, to let you know when.
Don’t count on me, I’ll do it again.
Don’t count on me, it’s the point you’re missing.
Don’t count on me, cause I’m not listening.

Well I’m a no goodnick lower middle class brat,
Back packed and I don’t give a shit about nothing.
You be standing on the corner tal...

A long group of hair protraying a mullet that is protruding from ones ass