You're standing hands in pockets Back to the wall 19 and six foot two But not standing tall He's got a bit He'll catch a girlfriend or two But black white or yellow His color is blue Hey, get on with life Stop moaning Get off your back Where's the spirit that This beat generation lacks You've no pride No moral fibre, no rules, no code I'm not like you I'll have one for the road But some part's been broken Up on the sad and low She knows he won't be Calling her name anymore She spends all day gazing Down at the square Wondering what happened to The perfect affair Hey, get on with life Stop moaning Get off your back Where's the spirit that This beat generation lacks You've no pride No moral fibre, no rules, no code I'm not like you The boys all roam London Where you've got nothing You've got a lot To prove or die They'll raise a little local trouble Corner some, and break some more Tell them why They're outta work
And in the hole On the streets again They ain't no never (gonna have) Any life They're out of work again With three million friends In the line The boys are on the move When you've got nothing You got a lot to prove Or die (It's no good to me) I'll have one for the road (It's no good to me) Just one for the road (It's nothing to me) I'll have one for the road (It's nothing to me) One for the road It's nothing to me Nothing to me Nothing to me (Backs to the wall, the wall) He's in the bar Where he's been half the nights There ain't no problem That he hasn't put right He knows the way to get shot of his load Solves every crisis With a foot on the road Hey, get on with life Stop fooling Get off your back Where's the spirit that This beat generation lacks You've no pride No moral fibre, no rules, no code I'm not like you I'll have one for the road I'll have one for the road One for the road.