Tora, Tora, Tora (Out with the Boys) Rod Stewart

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[Verse 1]
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
13 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

[Verse 2]
I wanna 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

[Verse 3]
By 11 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

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