Status Quo — Breaking Away

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