Original lyrics

EN

Me and my friends gonna make a pile of money Gonna check it out every day Me and my wife gonna need every penny 'cos we're throwing it all away But I'm changing my tune And I'm breaking away Me and my friends we're rugged little rockers And we're lazing away the day Hot wax jacked-up on the television And forgetting about the pay But I'm changing my tune And I'm breaking away Breaking away Four rockers rollin' With a poet in the wings Waiting to blow his heart away Beanos with the road-crew Postcards to the wife Stating the menu of the day Flying through 'til breakfast Sleeping on the plane Looking a good deal Better than we'll ever feel again Is it really worth it? Could it all be real? Am I just living out a dream? Sitting in a hotel Falling of the stage Tuning in to Wonga Queen Old men in boys' clothes Has gone beyond a joke Skin me another And pass along the Wiskey and the Coke Me and my friends are hating everybody Who was telling us what to say Heads down rockin' on up and down the country only Living from day to day And I'm changing my tune And I'm breaking away Breaking away