Chris Franklin - Bloke lyrics

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

Ha, havn't brushed 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

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

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

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

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