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.

(Chorus)