Текст песни Roger Daltrey - One of the Boys
Roger Daltrey - One of the Boys слова песни
(Gibbons) He speaks with a terrible stammerSo he don`t have much to sayBut he can spit further than any punkSo nobody gets in his way. He knows his generation like he knows his ABCHe`s a kind of kid that don`t get invited back for a Sunday teaHe`s a face in the mirror he`ll make you a fight.But he`s alright. He`s breaking out of nowhereHe`s breaking all the rulesHe`s got a passion for the fashionHe`s freezing all the the coolsHe knows that you don`t have to be that good,to be a real bad catHe`s built with speed, guaranteed to show you where it`s atHe`s blowing all the speakers making his own noise.One of the boys. (Guitar solo) You know he used to work in this factoryUntil the big boss said "that`s enough"So he threw down his hammer and he picked up his coatAnd he told the boss to get, Fff-f-frustration with the nationBecause the news is always badLife on the dole ain`t no good for your soulIt`s enough to drive a poor kid madSo who`s going to put him down for making his own noise.One of the boys.