(Gibbons)
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He speaks with a terrible stammer
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So he don't have much to say
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But he can spit further than any punk
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So nobody gets in his way.
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He knows his generation like he knows his ABC
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He's a kind of kid that don't get invited back for a Sunday tea
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He's a face in the mirror he'll make you a fight.
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But he's alright.
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He's breaking out of nowhere
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He's breaking all the rules
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He's got a passion for the fashion
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He's freezing all the the cools
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He knows that you don't have to be that good,
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to be a real bad cat
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He's built with speed,
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guaranteed to show you where it's at
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He's blowing all the speakers making his own noise.
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One of the boys.
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(Guitar solo)
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You know he used to work in this factory
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Until the big boss said "that's enough"
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So he threw down his hammer and he picked up his coat
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And he told the boss to get,
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Fff-f-frustration with the nation
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Because the news is always bad
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Life on the dole ain't no good for your soul
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It's enough to drive a poor kid mad
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So who's going to put him down for making his own noise.
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One of the boys.
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One of the Boys
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Roger Daltrey |