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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
Ha I don't brush me teeth
Yesterday I lied
But all me mates
Gave me a real good alibi
Thanks guys (no worry's mate)
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
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
(from footy to cricket)
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
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