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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Background Vocals
Carmine Appice
Carmine Appice
Background Vocals
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Guitar
Tony Brock
Tony Brock
Drums
JAY Davis
JAY Davis
Bass Guitar
Robin Le Mesurier
Robin Le Mesurier
Guitar
Kevin Savigar
Kevin Savigar
Keyboards
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Jimmy Zavala
Jimmy Zavala
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Producer
Ricky Delena
Ricky Delena
Assistant Engineer
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Mixing Engineer
George Tutko
George Tutko
Engineer
Karat Faye
Karat Faye
Engineer
Keith Blake
Keith Blake
Mastering Engineer
Larry Emerine
Larry Emerine
Mastering Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

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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, 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 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. 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. 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 tonight. 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'. Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys, Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys, Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight. 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(s): Rod Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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