Lyrics

It's a poor boy's life In a rock n' roll band All the money that you make Just changes hands If you're young enough It dosen't grind you down You're just poor boys Workin' your way uptown Workin' all night in the broken glass To forget you were born In the workin' class And you shake your body Til it shakes the ground Just poor boys Workin' their way uptown Just let it roll Through the smoke and heat Might be a record man In a front row seat There's plenty of room On the merry-go-round For poor boys Workin' their way uptown