Bloke — текст песни (Chris Franklin)

I hate the new age 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
Hehe, don`t brush my 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
Because 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 T.V.
Just feed me more V.B.
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 mate`s 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 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