You were born with football boots and a sun tan 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 girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that and if the world came crashing, down around your ears You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and 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 as clerics They got you in histerics, and walked off with your and with cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade Pretty soon 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 read your letters You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and The time the morning slips, blends into your and once you could escape her, but where did you go and your fathers at the factory that makes 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 once thought that on reflection, really got it made