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Tora, Tora, Tora (Out With the Boys)

Rod Stewart

Rock

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Tora, Tora, Tora (Out with the Boys) (2008 Remaster)
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Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Voces de fondo
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Guitarra
Carmine Appice
Carmine Appice
Voces de fondo
Tony Brock
Tony Brock
Batería
JAY Davis
JAY Davis
Bajo
Robin Le Mesurier
Robin Le Mesurier
Guitarra
Kevin Savigar
Kevin Savigar
Teclados
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percusión
Jimmy Zavala
Jimmy Zavala
Saxofón
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Producción
Ricky Delena
Ricky Delena
Asistente de ingeniería
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Ingeniería de mezcla
George Tutko
George Tutko
Ingeniería
Karat Faye
Karat Faye
Ingeniería
Keith Blake
Keith Blake
Ingeniería de masterización
Larry Emerine
Larry Emerine
Ingeniería de masterización
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Ingeniería de masterización

Letra

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
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