You were born with football boots and a sun tan You once that on reflection, you'd really got it made You shrugged and smiled and made the usual You suffered small abuses, and settled for pay You want to learn to live like the crat (an aristocrat) You bought girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that and if the whole came crashing, down around your ears You dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy glamour You really are enamoured, with that new on a rope A fat comedians came in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and walked off with soul and that 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, string up like drapes So we can around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, your mother read letters You grinned a go-getter, come and got and gone The the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but did you go wrong and fathers at the factory that makes money seeling guns To fight the that spends the lives of all the peoples sons Pretty soon hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the escape
You were with football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made