Bloke

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

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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

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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

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