Bloke (Blame It On The Vodka Mix)

You've got red shoes

And a sports car

You think you're really cool, I gotta say

You just don't know what games to play

You like football

And playing Saturdays

When the weekend's gone you go to work

In a nasty office as a balling clerk

So don't you tell me

I'm not listening

I've already heard it

You better watch your back

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

No more

Bored, no conversation

You've got credit cards, leather drive

That's no lunch with the nine to five

You've got timeshare

For your holidays

It's the same routine, the lovely

The friends you keep, your life will take a fall

Don't you tell me

I'm not listening

I've already heard it

You better watch your back

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on