You born with football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made You shrugged and and made the usual excuses You suffered small abuses, and for their pay You want to learn to like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that and if the whole came crashing, down around your ears You could dream of stuck old and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, that 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 cheap, skate, royalty, you get your 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 ride like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, your mother read your You like a go-getter, come and got and gone The time the morning slips, blends into your and once you escape her, but where did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory that makes money guns To fight the that spends the lives of all the peoples sons Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the 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 that on reflection, really got it made