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