You were born football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made You and smiled and made the usual excuses You suffered small abuses, and settled for pay You want to to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends well that soon put paid to that and if the whole world came crashing, down around ears You could dream of old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your now you want to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, with that new on a rope A thousand fat came in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and walked off with your and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your and wave Well I saw you on TV at the motorcade Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string 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 the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you could her, but where did you go wrong and your at the factory that makes money seeling guns To fight the wars that the lives 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 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 that on reflection, really got it made