Roger Daltrey - One Of The Boys | Текст песни

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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

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

F-f-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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