Chris Franklin “Bloke“

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,