You were with football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made You and smiled and made the usual excuses You small abuses, and settled for their pay You want to learn to like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to and if the whole world came crashing, down around your You could of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You in your cards now you want to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, with new soap 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 Well I saw you on TV grinning at the Pretty we'll hang the traitors, string 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 like a go-getter, come and got and gone The time the morning slips, into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory 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 around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You born with football boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You once thought on reflection, you'd really got it made