You were born with boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought 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 like the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your earrings well that soon put paid to that and if the whole world came crashing, down around your You dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You in your cards now you want to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a 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 and wave 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 Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, your mother read letters You grinned like a go-getter, and got and gone The time the morning slips, blends into your 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 spends the of all the peoples sons soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You were born with football and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, really got it made You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it