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