You were born with football and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You shrugged and smiled and made the usual You suffered abuses, and settled for their pay You to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends well that soon put paid to that and if the whole world came crashing, down around your You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy glamour You really are enamoured, that new soap on a rope A thousand fat comedians came in as clerics They got you in histerics, and off with your soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and I saw you on TV grinning at the motorcade Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string up like drapes So we can around like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You hung around to long, your read your letters You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and The the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you could escape her, but 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 soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around Steve McQueen in the great escape
You were born with football and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, really got it made You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it