From: "Printmaker" <[log in to unmask]>
> Singing
>
> "I'm a bloke, I'm a yobbo
> and my best mate's name is Robbo."
>
> (anyone know the rest of the lyrics?)
"
I went down to the Laugh Garage last night and they were featuring an open
mic session and Chris Franklin, the guy who had a number one single with
"Bloke" a couple of years back. Sample lyrics: "I'm a bloke, I'm a yobbo,
and my best mate's name is Robbo..... I'm an ocker and I really like your
knockers". The crowd was tiny, half were the open mic guys waiting their
turns, and the other half were their drunk friends egging them on, but it
was still the strangest night of comedy I've ever seen.....
"
"
Chris Franklin's parody "I'm a Bloke" is No. 1 on the hit parade in
Queensland, NT, WA & SA. For those unfamiliar with this work of art, there
was a song put out by Meredith Brooks in which the woman asserts,
"I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a
saint,
I do not feel ashamed.", etc
Her point is that she is a mixture of roles and feelings, and that's just
the way she is. Women are asserting themselves and feel proud and defiant
about it.
So, Chris Franklin has written his Aussie reply,
"I hate the New Age guys, I'm a chauvinist, I live off beer and pies.
"I'm a bloke, I'm a yobbo and my best mate's name is Robbo, Winfield is my
cigarette, I dress in flannelette, .
"I'm a labourer by day,
I piss up all me pay,
Watching footy on TV
Just feed me more VB..
"
AND the Complete Lyric ...
Chris Franklin- BLOKE
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,
I haven't brushed me teeth.
Yesterday I lied, but all my mates gave me a real good alibi.
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 lover your knockers.
I'm a labourer by day, I piss up all my pay.
Watching footy on TV, just feed me more VB,
Pour my beer and get my smokes, and go away.
Or take me as I am, this may mean you'll have to fecth another can,
Rest assured that 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.
I'm a bloke, I'm a yobbo, and my best mate's name is Robbo,
Winfield is my cigarette, I dress in flannelette.
Shearers 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 fool, then my mates try to shave me.
Chorus x 3
Robbo.
(That's two you owe me now, Josie.
R2.)
[VB -- is this anything like the VP and the cider? Ouch.
D2.]
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