Roger Daltrey - One of the Boys lyrics
[Roger Daltrey - One of the Boys lyrics]
So he don't have much to say
But he can spit further than any punk
So nobody gets in his way
He knows his generation like
He knows his A-B-C
He's a kind of kid that don't get
Invited back for a Sunday tea
He's a face in the mirror
He'll make you a fight but he's alright
He's breaking out of nowhere he's
Breaking all the rules
He's got a passion for the fashion
He's freezing all the cools
He knows that you don't have to be that
Good to be a real bad cat
He's built with speed
Guaranteed to show you where it's at
He's blowing all the speakers
Making his own noise one of the boys
You know he used to work in this factory
Until the big boss said "that's enough"
So he threw down his hammer and
He picked up his coat
And he told the boss to get ffffff
Frustration with the nation
Because the news is always bad
Life on the dole ain't no good for your soul
It's enough to drive a poor kid mad
So who's going to put him down
For making his own noise? One of the boys!