(Gibbons) He speaks with a terrible stammer So he don't have much to say But he can spit further than any punk So nobody gets in his way. He knows his generation like he knows his ABC He's a kind of kid that don't get invited back for a Sunday tea He's a face in the mirror he'll make you a fight. But he's alright. He's breaking out of nowhere He's breaking all the rules He's got a passion for the fashion He's freezing all the the cools He knows that you don't have to be that good, To be a real bad cat He's built with speed, Guaranteed to show you where it's at He's blowing all the speakers making his own noise. One of the boys. (Guitar solo) You know he used to work in this factory Until the big boss said "that's enough" So he threw down his hammer and he picked up his coat And he told the boss to get, Fff-f-frustration with the nation Because the news is always bad Life on the dole ain't no good for your soul It's enough to drive a poor kid mad So who's going to put him down for making his own noise. One of the boys.