written by Brian May
© Queen Music Ltd (BMI)
Buddy you're a boy
Make a big noise
Playing in the street
Gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place
Singing we will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man
Hard man
Shouting in the street
Gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face
Big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place
Singing we will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man
Poor man
Pleading with your eyes
Gonna make you some peace someday
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
Singing we will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock youThere you go again as soon as the going gets tough.
Are you finding that a diet of fluff won't fill you up?
That's a nice line, from where did you lift it?
You talk like heaven, you're amazingly gifted.
Show me a reason why your promises fall through.
Your kisses were okay, but you stole them too.
You don't give up, you're a loser disguised.
You voice your concern, but it's a pack of lies.
You don't really care, don't say that you do.
Save your breath for when you tell the truth.
You draw 'em all in and then you turn around and throw 'em away.
Better watch out for all of them who misconstrued your little games.
You don't give up, you're a fool who really tries
to make innocent people think you're some kind of prize.
You don't really care, don't try to tell me you do.
Save your spit for when you shine my shoes.