You were born with football and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it You shrugged and smiled and made the usual You suffered abuses, and settled for their pay You want to learn to live earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put to that and if the whole world crashing, down around your ears You could of stuck 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 comedians came in disguised as They got you in histerics, and off with your soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your and wave I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade Pretty we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride around Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, your mother your letters You grinned like a go-getter, and got and gone The time the morning slips, into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but where did you go and your fathers at the factory makes money seeling guns To fight the wars that spends the of all the peoples sons Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up drapes So we can around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You were born football boots and a sun tan complexion You once that on reflection, you'd really got it made You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made