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 now
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 televison
And forgetting about the pay
But I'm changing my tune now
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 to 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 the hotel, falling off the stage
Tuning into the Wonga Queen
Old men in boy's clothes has gone beyond a joke
Skin me another and pass along the whisky and the coke

Me and my friends are hating everybody
Who was telling us what to say
Heads down, rocking on up and down the country
Living from day to day
But I'm changing my tune now
And I'm breaking away
I'm breaking away