It's a poor boy's life

In a rock n' roll band

All the money that you make

Just changes hands

If you're young enough

It dosen't grind you down

You're just poor boys

Workin' your way uptown



Workin' all night in the broken glass

To forget you were born

In the workin' class

And you shake your body

Til it shakes the ground

Just poor boys

Workin' their way uptown



Just let it roll

Through the smoke and heat

Might be a record man

In a front row seat

There's plenty of room

On the merry-go-round

For poor boys

Workin' their way uptown