Chris Franklin Bloke
Bloke - Chris Franklin
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,
You know you wouldn't
Want me any other way
When you think
You've got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool
When I act like a tool
And my 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
Watching footy on tv
Just feed me more vb
Just pour my beer,
And get my smokes,
And go away
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,
You know you wouldn't
Want me any other way
