Chris Franklin Bloke Lyrics

Bloke Lyrics

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