I am not the original one

Working man's son

Nine to five and I'm barely alive

When the day is done

Want to laugh a bit

Want to cry a bit

Want to make myself complete

Want to break you up

Want to make you up

Want to wail into the sheets

Want to make myself complete

Want to make mine

Take you down to the far side of town

Where the night becomes day

Young girls speak of the side street chic

And the band knows how to play

While they fill you up

And drink your cup

As the room begins to sway

Want to rock a bit

Want to laugh a bit

Want to wash the week away

Want to make myself complete

Can't fight the boys upstairs



So you turn your sights on me

I shouldn't really care

'Cause I've got what I might need

Wanna make myself complete Yeah...

If I get my way

I'll be back there in no time

Find a way to make love shine

Like the sparks that fly from steel

The band fights the night with the feel of their music

I am not the original one

Working man's son

Nine to five and I'm barely alive

When the day is done

Want to laugh a bit

Want to cry a bit

Want to make myself complete

Want to break you up

Want to make you up

Want to wail into the sheets

Want to make myself complete

Want to make myself

Want to make mine

Want to make my

Want to make myself complete