Текст (слова) песни: Roger Daltrey - One of the Boys
(Gibbons)
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 ABC 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 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.
(Guitar solo)
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, Fff-f-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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