You were born football boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You shrugged and and made the usual excuses You suffered small abuses, and settled for pay You to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings well soon put paid to that and if the whole world 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 fat comedians came in disguised as clerics They got you in histerics, and off with your soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your and wave Well I saw you on TV at the motorcade soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like drapes So we can ride like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung to long, your mother read your letters You grinned a go-getter, come and got and gone The time the morning slips, into your 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 wars that spends the lives of all the peoples Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string 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 thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made