A Fair Dinkum Yobbo

*Before you read on, you might struggle understanding this unless you're an Aussie. Just a heads up.*

I get up in the morning,
Decide I'll have some cornflakes,
But then I weigh up the options,
Possibly Vegemite or some pancakes.

I look around the house,
I see Molly, my Blue Heeler,
Then I see my missus,
A bloody awesome sheila.

We then went and watched the footy,
We both sat and cheered,
Then she came out and said,
"Time to trim the mullet and the beard".

So I went to the barber,
He's a bloody awesome bloke,
Around this area you tend to find,
Only top-notch sorta folk.

Once he did the job,
I jumped back in the ute,
To some it's old and rusty,
But to me it's a bloody beaut.

Then I rush off to the TAB,
And I put on a $20 bet,
Then I pop outside for some fresh air,
Then light a cigarette.

Then I go back home again,
To watch some more Aussie rules,
None of that yanky crap,
Where they look like bloody fools.

Then as the night winds down,
I get a call from Robbo,
We talk more about the footy,
Just a typical day for an Aussie yobbo.