You were born with boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, really got it made You shrugged and smiled and made the usual You suffered small abuses, and settled for pay You want to learn to live earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings that soon put paid to that and if the whole world came crashing, around your ears You could dream of stuck old and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy glamour You are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope A thousand fat comedians came in 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 soon we'll hang the traitors, them up like drapes So we can around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You around to long, your mother read your letters You grinned a go-getter, come and got and gone The the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but where did you go and your at the factory that makes money seeling guns To fight the wars spends the lives 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 born football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made