Song | Out Of The Business |
Artist | The Tubes |
Album | Outside Inside |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tubes | |
Hey buddy, how 'bout a smoke? | |
I'm down on my luck. | |
At the end of my rope, i feel pretty rough. | |
I just got the sack, take a number please. | |
I'm never looking back. | |
I'm out on the street. | |
I started, down in the dump, | |
Thought i paid my dues, | |
But i was first when they had | |
The bad news. | |
I always dreamed of walking out. | |
Punch that guy right in the mouth, | |
But i never had the guts. | |
Now i know i got the stuff. | |
There's no mistaking it now... | |
I'm out of the business | |
Out of the business --- | |
Into rock and roll. | |
All right, 'bout time, | |
Stuffed shirts where the sun don't shine, | |
Late nights, long days, | |
I don't need the white collar race. | |
Who wants a gray flannel suit? | |
I'll throw in a tie, | |
Or some italian boots? it's all right in style. | |
I've had it up to here, with three button whores. | |
I don't regret that i'm | |
Walking out the door. | |
(chorus) |
zuo ci : Tubes | |
Hey buddy, how ' bout a smoke? | |
I' m down on my luck. | |
At the end of my rope, i feel pretty rough. | |
I just got the sack, take a number please. | |
I' m never looking back. | |
I' m out on the street. | |
I started, down in the dump, | |
Thought i paid my dues, | |
But i was first when they had | |
The bad news. | |
I always dreamed of walking out. | |
Punch that guy right in the mouth, | |
But i never had the guts. | |
Now i know i got the stuff. | |
There' s no mistaking it now... | |
I' m out of the business | |
Out of the business | |
Into rock and roll. | |
All right, ' bout time, | |
Stuffed shirts where the sun don' t shine, | |
Late nights, long days, | |
I don' t need the white collar race. | |
Who wants a gray flannel suit? | |
I' ll throw in a tie, | |
Or some italian boots? it' s all right in style. | |
I' ve had it up to here, with three button whores. | |
I don' t regret that i' m | |
Walking out the door. | |
chorus |
zuò cí : Tubes | |
Hey buddy, how ' bout a smoke? | |
I' m down on my luck. | |
At the end of my rope, i feel pretty rough. | |
I just got the sack, take a number please. | |
I' m never looking back. | |
I' m out on the street. | |
I started, down in the dump, | |
Thought i paid my dues, | |
But i was first when they had | |
The bad news. | |
I always dreamed of walking out. | |
Punch that guy right in the mouth, | |
But i never had the guts. | |
Now i know i got the stuff. | |
There' s no mistaking it now... | |
I' m out of the business | |
Out of the business | |
Into rock and roll. | |
All right, ' bout time, | |
Stuffed shirts where the sun don' t shine, | |
Late nights, long days, | |
I don' t need the white collar race. | |
Who wants a gray flannel suit? | |
I' ll throw in a tie, | |
Or some italian boots? it' s all right in style. | |
I' ve had it up to here, with three button whores. | |
I don' t regret that i' m | |
Walking out the door. | |
chorus |