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, don't brush me teeth

Yesterday I lied, but all me mates gave me a real good alibi - thanks guys.
I really went out drinkin', I told you I was at work
Don't ask me for commitment, 'cause its 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
Watchin' footy on TV, just feed me more VB
Just pour my beer and get my smokes and go away.

For take me as I am.
This may meen you'll have to fetch another can.
Rest assured, if I start to make you breakfast,
I'm going to extremes,
But tommorow 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 flanelette.
Shearer's singlet that is blue, throw in a few tatoos, you know you wouldn't want me any other way

When you think, you've got me figured out, the seasons already changin' (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
Watchin' footy on TV, just feed me more VB
Just pour my beer and get my smokes and go away.

HEY!

I'm a bloke, I'm a yobbo and me best mate's name is Robbo
Winfield is me cigarette, I dress in flanelette.
Shearer's singlet that is blue, throw in a few tatoos, you know you wouldn't want me any other way