Tora, Tora, Tora (Out with the Boys) lyrics by Savigar, KevinLe Mesurier, Robin; Rod Stewart; Carmine Appice; Tony Brock; Jim Cregan; Jay Davis and Jimmy "Z" Zavala

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Tora, Tora, Tora (Out with the Boys) by Savigar, KevinLe Mesurier, Robin; Rod Stewart; Carmine Appice; Tony Brock; Jim Cregan; Jay Davis and Jimmy "Z" Zavalaالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Tora, Tora, Tora (Out with the Boys) by Savigar, KevinLe Mesurier, Robin; Rod Stewart; Carmine Appice; Tony Brock; Jim Cregan; Jay Davis...

Payday 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 want to talk about motorbikes, cars and things
No sophistication or designer jeans
I'm no angel, but I know what I like
A little rough and tumble on a Friday night
I'm like a cornered rat, I gotta explode
Goodbye baby don't know when I'll be home

[Chorus:]
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out 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 smashed, took his trousers off
Barman said, "You boys have had enough. Join the army, get yourself a decent job."
Indecent exposure in a parking lot

[Chorus x2]

Bundle on the dance floor, a 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'

[Chorus]

What d' you say
Tora, Tora, Tora, where's my old man
Tora, Tora, Tora, where's my old man
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight

Playing fast, ain't it

Writer : STEWART, ROD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing