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 the usual excuses You small abuses, and settled for their pay You want to learn to live like the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings that soon put paid to that and if the whole world came crashing, around your ears You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and crystal
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some You are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope A thousand fat comedians in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and 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 we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the escape
You hung around to long, your mother read your You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and The time the morning slips, blends your wallpaper and once you escape 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 string them up like So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the escape
You were born with boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made