Hey buddy, how 'bout a smoke?
I'm down on my luck.
At the end of my rope, i feel pretty rough.
I just got the sack, take a number please.
I'm never looking back.
I'm out on the street.
I started, down in the dump,
Thought i paid my dues,
But i was first when they had
The bad news.
I always dreamed of walking out.
Punch that guy right in the mouth,
But i never had the guts.
Now i know i got the stuff.
There's no mistaking it now...
I'm out of the business
Out of the business ---
Into rock and roll.
All right, 'bout time,
Stuffed shirts where the sun don't shine,
Late nights, long days,
I don't need the white collar race.
Who wants a gray flannel suit?
I'll throw in a tie,
Or some italian boots? it's all right in style.
I've had it up to here, with three button whores.
I don't regret that i'm
Walking out the door.
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