Breaking Away

E D A E D A A Me and my friends gonna make a pile of money A Gonna check it out every day A Me and my wife gonna need every penny A 'Cos we're throwing it all away D C A But I'm changing my tune now D Bb C A E N.C. A And I'm breaking away A Me and my friends we're rugged little rockers A And we're lazing away the day A Hot wax, jacked-up on the televison A And forgetting about the pay D C A But I'm changing my tune now D Bb C A E N.C. A And I'm breaking away G D Bb E Breaking away E D E D E E Four rockers rollin' with a poet in the wings D E Waiting to blow his heart away E Beanos with the road crew, postcards to the wife D E Stating the menu of the day A Flying through to breakfast, sleeping on the plane E Looking a good deal better than we'll ever feel again E Is it really worth it? Could it all be real? D E D Am I just living out a dream? D Sitting in the hotel, falling off the stage D E Tuning into the Wonga Queen A Old men in boy's clothes has gone beyond a joke E Skin me another and pass along the whisky and the coke D A D A A Me and my friends are hating everybody A Who was telling us what to say A Heads down, rocking on up and down the country A Living from day to day D C A But I'm changing my tune now D Bb C A E And I'm breaking away D Bb C A E I'm breaking away E