You were born with football boots and a sun tan You once that 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 to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends well that soon put paid to that and if the world came crashing, down around your ears You could of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in cards now you want to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a A thousand fat came in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and walked off with your and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and Well I saw you on TV grinning at the soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride around like McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, mother read your letters You grinned like a go-getter, and got and gone The time the morning slips, blends into wallpaper and once you could her, but where did you go wrong and your fathers at the factory that makes money guns To fight the that spends the lives of all the peoples sons soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the great
You born with football boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made