(RossiParfittBown)

Me and my friends gonna make a pile of money

Gonna check it out every day

Me and my wife gonna need every penny

'cos we're throwing it all away



But I'm changing my tune

And I'm breaking away



Me and my friends we're rugged little rockers

And we're lazing away the day

Hot wax jacked-up on the television

And forgetting about the pay



But I'm changing my tune

And I'm breaking away

Breaking away



Four rockers rollin'

With a poet in the wings

Waiting to blow his heart away

Beanos with the road-crew

Postcards to the wife

Stating the menu of the day

Flying through 'til breakfast

Sleeping on the plane

Looking a good deal

Better than we'll ever feel again



Is it really worth it?

Could it all be real?

Am I just living out a dream?

Sitting in a hotel

Falling of the stage

Tuning in to Wonga Queen

Old men in boys' clothes

Has gone beyond a joke

Skin me another

And pass along the Wiskey and the Coke



Me and my friends are hating everybody

Who was telling us what to say

Heads down rockin' on up and down the country only

Living from day to day



And I'm changing my tune

And I'm breaking away

Breaking away