Rod Stewart - Tora, tora, tora - 2008 remastered version lyrics

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