Roger Daltrey - One Of The Boys Lyrics
(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.
