Breaking Away

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 now

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 televison

And forgetting about the pay

But I'm changing my tune now

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 to 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 the hotel, falling off the stage

Tuning into the Wonga Queen

Old men in boy's clothes has gone beyond a joke

Skin me another and pass along the whisky and the coke

Me and my friends are hating everybody

Who was telling us what to say

Heads down, rocking on up and down the country

Living from day to day

But I'm changing my tune now

And I'm breaking away

I'm breaking away