Lyrics of ' Bloke ' by Chris Franklin

I hate the new aged 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
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 drinkin'
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 knocker?s
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

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 mates 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 seasons already changing (from footy to cricket)
I think its cool when i act like a tool
And me mates try to shave me

(chorus 1)

(chorus 2)