We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool
Dreaming bout the day Id leave
I couldn't wait to get out, I couldn't wait to lay it out
All of those bad memories

Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention
To all those educated fools
Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say
Makin' up my own kind of rules

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Working behind the desk at the local NEB
Worrying about my shirt and tie
Yeah, you had to be clean and you had to make it's scene
Sos the public wouldn't blink an eye

In walks the boss, still carrying his cross
Saying Youd better get it right or else
Yeah, I had enough of it, me, Id rather rough it
Im just gonna please myself

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

You've been walking on a fine line
Dont mess around with your mind
You know they played it mean and cruel
You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say
Makin' up your own kind of rules

Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say
Makin' up your own kind of rules
Makin' up your own kind of rules

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

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Writer(s): GERRY RAFFERTY, JOE EGAN