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)