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)