Me and my friends gonna make a pile of money
   Gonna check it out every day
   Me and my wife gonna need every penny
   'Cos we're throwing it all away
   But I'm changing my tune now
   And I'm breaking away
  
   Me and my friends we're rugged little rockers
   And we're lazing away the day
   Hot wax, jacked-up on the televison
   And forgetting about the pay
   But I'm changing my tune now
   And I'm breaking away
   Breaking away
  
   Four rockers rollin' with a poet in the wings
   Waiting to blow his heart away
   Beanos with the road crew, postcards to the wife
   Stating the menu of the day
   Flying through to breakfast, sleeping on the plane
   Looking a good deal better than we'll ever feel again
  
   Is it really worth it? Could it all be real?
   Am I just living out a dream?
   Sitting in the hotel, falling off the stage
   Tuning into the Wonga Queen
   Old men in boy's clothes has gone beyond a joke
   Skin me another and pass along the whisky and the coke
  
   Me and my friends are hating everybody
   Who was telling us what to say
   Heads down, rocking on up and down the country
   Living from day to day
   But I'm changing my tune now
   And I'm breaking away
   I'm breaking away