I hate the new-age guys I'm a chauvinist I live on beer and pies Tried to tell ya But ya look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath Huh don't brush me 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 Coz 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 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 wont mean a thing CHORUS 2 I'm a bloke I'm a yobbo And me best mates name is Robbo Winfield is me cigarette I dress in flannelette Shearers 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 Chorus 1 Chorus 2
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