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Lyris provided kindly by: Monique
If this is Chris Franklin, please email me, so that I can link your home page! Great song mate!
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