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