Out Of The Business — текст песни (The 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)