Out of the Business

Lyrics

Hey Buddy, how 'bout a smoke? I'm down on my luck At the end of my rope, I feel pretty rough I just got the sack, take a number please I'm never looking back I'm out on the street I started, down in the dump Thought I paid my dues But I was first when they had The bad news I always dreamed of walking out Punch that guy right in the mouth But I never had the guts Now I know I got the stuff There's no mistaking it now... I'm out of the business Out of the business --- Into rock and roll All right, 'bout time Stuffed shirts where the sun don't shine Late nights, long days I don't need the white collar race Who wants a gray flannel suit? I'll throw in a tie Or some Italian boots? It's all right in style I've had it up to here, with three button whores I don't regret that I'm Walking out the door (Chorus)