Roger Daltrey — One Of The Boys
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One Of The Boys Roger Daltrey02:46
Текст песни: One Of The Boys
He speaks with a terrible stammer 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!
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