| Song | Out Of The Business |
| Artist | The Tubes |
| Album | Outside Inside |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tubes | |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : Tubes | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Tubes | |
| 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 |