Pay-day Friday and the weekend s here
I ve been workin all week tryin to pay for this gear
gonna raise Hell on Union Street
thirteen guys and a packet of three.
And if I don t get laid I ll sure die tryin
tonight this city s gonna be all mine.

I wanna talk about motorbikescars and things
no sophistication or designer jeans.
I m no angelbut I know what I like
a little rough and tumble on a Friday night.
I m like a cornered ratI gotta explode.
Goodbye baby don t know when I ll be home.

ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys tonight.

By eleven o clock I ll be flyin high
ain t nothing in the world that I won t try.
Jimmy got smashedtook his trousers off
Barman said You boys have had enough.
Join the army, get yourself a decent job.
Indecent exposure in a parking lot.

ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys tonight.

instrumental verse

ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys tonight.

Bundle on the dance floora jaw got bust.
Swear to God that it wasn t one of us.
A seven foot bouncer called the police
we got pulled in for disturbing the peace.
Well if you can t take a joke
then there ain t no point in living
Sunday morning I woke up laughin .

ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys tonight.
What d you say?
ToraToraTorawhere s my old man?
ToraToraTorawhere s my old man?
ToraToraToraout with the boys.
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys tonight.
ToraToraToraout with the boys.
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys
ToraToraToraout with the boys tonight.

playing fastain t it

- Back to the Songs of the Album Tonight Im Yours

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