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
(Chorus 1)
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
(Chorus 2)
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
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)