You were born with football boots and a sun tan You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made You shrugged and smiled and made the excuses You suffered small abuses, and 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 ears You could dream of stuck old and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some You really are enamoured, with that new on a rope A thousand fat came in disguised as clerics got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your and wave Well I saw you on TV grinning at the Pretty soon hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride around Steve McQueen in the great escape
You around to long, your mother read your letters You like a go-getter, come and got and gone The time the morning slips, into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory that makes money guns To fight the wars that spends the of all the peoples sons Pretty soon we'll the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around like McQueen in the great escape
You were with football boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made