Each one treads their separate path Some steep, some straight, some narrow Some play a game of psychopath And some play Five Card Tarot Some flounce and pounce and then renounce The World all its joys They've had their fun and now they're done Running with the noisy boys Each one has their separate laugh Some cheap, some late, some hollow Some love to give their autograph Some love the God Apollo Some say that rules are just for fools And using them destroys The brother thing and the other thing Running with the noisy boys So if you're living for the minute You should give all you can give And then live it to the limit And start doing it with - the noisy boys Running with the noisy boys Each one has their separate half Some deep, some great, some shallow Some reap the wheat, some reap the chaff Some burn the midnight tallow Some stay up late and master fate With exec-high-tec toys Some rue the day, some sue, some pay Running with the noisy boys