You were born with boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made You shrugged and smiled and 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 girlfriends earrings well soon put paid to that and if the whole world crashing, down around your ears You dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You in your cards now you want to buy some glamour You are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul and with cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve in the great escape
You hung to long, your mother read your letters You grinned like a go-getter, and got and gone The the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you escape her, but where did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory that makes money seeling To fight the wars that spends the lives of all the peoples Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great
You were born with boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You once that on reflection, you'd really got it made