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