I hate the new age guysI'm a chauvinistI live on beer and piesTried to tell you,But you look at me,like maybe I'm an angel underneathHaven't brushed me teeth.Yesterday I liedBut all me matesgave me a real good alibiThanks guysI really went out drinking,I told you I was at workDon't ask me for commitment,'Cause it's something I will shirkI'm a bloke,I'm an ockerAnd I really love your knockersI'm a labourer by day,I piss up all me payWatching footy on TVJust feed me more VBJust pour my beer,And get my smokes,And go awayOr take me as I amThis may mean you'llhave to fetch another canRest assured,That if I start to make you breakfastI'm going to extremesbut tomorrow I'll get shitfaced,and today won't mean a thingI'm a blokeI'm a yobbo,and me best mate's name is RobboWinfield is me cigarreteI dress in flanelletteShearer's singlet that is blueThrow in a few tattoos,You know you wouldn'tWant me any other wayWhen you thinkYou've got me figured outThe season's already changingI think it's coolWhen I act like a toolAnd my mates try to shave me[chorus x2]