Chris Franklin
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
Ha I don't brush me teeth.
Yesterday I lied
But all me mates
gave me a real good alibi
Thanks guys (no worry's mate)
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,
Letras de cancionesAnd 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 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
(from footy to cricket)
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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