Bloke
I hate the new age guys I'm a chauvinist I live on beer and pies Tried to tell ya But you look at me like maybe I'm an angel Underneath Hehe, don't brush my teeth
Yesterday I lied But all me mates gave me a real good alibi Thanks guys (No worries, mate)
I really went out drinking I told you I was at work Don't ask me for commitment Because it's something I will shirk
CHORUS 1: I'm a bloke, I'm an ocker And I really love your knockers I'm a labourer by day I piss up all me pay Watching footy on T.V. Just feed me more V.B. Just pour my beer and get my smokes and Go away
Or take me as I am This may mean you'll have to fetch another can Rest assured if I start to make you breakfast I'm going to extremes But tomorrow I'll get shit-faced And today won't mean a thing
CHORUS 2: I'm a bloke, I'm a yobbo And me best mate's name is Robbo Winfield is me cigarette I dress in flannelette Shearer's singlet that is blue Throw in a few tattoos You know you wouldn't want me any other Way
When you think you've got me figured out The season's already changing (From footy to cricket) I think it's cool when I act like a tool And me mates try to shave me
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