You born with football boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You shrugged and smiled and made the usual You suffered abuses, and settled for their pay You to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings well soon put paid to that and if the whole world came crashing, down around your You could dream of stuck old and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your now you want to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a A thousand fat comedians in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and off with your soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get flag and wave Well I saw you on TV grinning at the Pretty we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, your mother read letters You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and The time the morning slips, blends into your and once you could her, but where did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory that makes seeling guns To the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples sons soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the escape
You were with football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, really got it made You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made