Bloke lyrics

Bloke - Chris Franklin

I hate the new age guys
I`m a chauvinist
I live on beer and pies
Tried to tell you,
But you look at me,
like maybe I`m an angel underneath
Haven`t brushed me teeth.

Yesterday I lied
But all me mates
gave me a real good alibi
Thanks guys
I really went out drinking,
I told you I was at work
Don`t ask me for commitment,
`Cause 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 TV
Just feed me more VB
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,
That if I start to make you breakfast
I`m going to extremes
but tomorrow I`ll get shitfaced,
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 cigarrete
I dress in flanellette
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

I think it`s cool
When I act like a tool
And my 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 TV
Just feed me more VB
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 cigarrete
I dress in flanellette
Shearer`s singlet that is blue
Throw in a few tattoos,
You know you wouldn`t
Want me any other way
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