The Usual Aussie Bloke

A bit of a cheeky look at the outback Aussie bloke. [Verse 1] He’s up before the sun - flat chat on the station Blue singlet stuck to his back - all full of perspiration By knock-off time he’s filthy - white eyes planted on a sunburnt face Heads straight to the rubbidy - for a cold one with his mates [Verse 2] The missus, she is happy - she now controls the remote No footy on the telly - and no acting like a goat He’s got sweat in his stubble - and VB from his belch Send another round, boys — here’s to your good health [Chorus] He’s the usual Aussie bloke - fair dinkum through and through Works like a dog all day - then drinks the night in lieu Yarns, piss and punch-ups - or advising reckless fools You’ll find him in the bar - playin’ coits, or on a stool [Verse 3] Old Willy Brone’s in the corner - war vet full of cheek Got a mob of blokes hanging - on every yarn he speaks In walks Wingnut looking lost - his side quiet as a mouse Wondering what all the commotion is - on the other side of the house [Verse 4] He strolls up to Willy with - a crooked smile upon his face “Hey Willy, is that a snake I see - sitting in your pocket, mate?” Willy grins like a Cheshire cat - and doesn’t miss a beat “Nah mate, it’s a one-eyed trouser snake - ready for a treat!” [Chorus] He’s the usual Aussie bloke - fair dinkum through and through Works like a dog all day - then drinks the night in lieu Yarns, piss and punch-ups - or advising reckless fools You’ll find him in the bar - playin’ coits, or on a stool [Very competent Guitar solo Break] [Verse 5] Then there’s Jimmy, Willy’s brother - loved a blue when the beer got warm And then in walks Shorty — all swagger, and lookin' for a bout He's built like a brick shithouse - tall as a fuckin house So tall he gets on his knees - just to adjust his belt. [Verse 6] Jimmy pipes up, “Whadja know, mate?” - nice and friendly like Shorty squeaks in his high-pitched voice - soft as the driven snow “I know carrots grow well in shit — go ram one up your arse!” Jimmy’s fist came from the floor - and knocked him with a fart [Bridge] Yeah the jokes get downright filthy - and the punches wildly thrown But by last drinks they’re all best mates - no malice ever shown From the blinding dust of the paddock - to froth dripping on the bar That’s the the typical Aussie bloke - grubby, but full of heart. [Chorus] He’s the usual Aussie bloke - fair dinkum through and through Works like a dog all day - then drinks the night in lieu Yarns, piss and punch-ups - or advising reckless fools You’ll find him in the bar - playin’ coits, or on a stool [Outro] Yeah… the usual Aussie bloke…