You were born football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it You shrugged and smiled and the usual excuses You suffered small abuses, and for their pay You to learn to live like earnerest the crat (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to and if the whole came crashing, down around your ears You could dream of stuck old wallpaper and chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy glamour You really are enamoured, with that new on a rope A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul and with cheap, skate, royalty, you get your flag and wave 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 Steve in the great escape
You hung around to long, mother read your letters You like a go-getter, come and got and gone The the morning slips, blends into your wallpaper and once you could her, but where did you go wrong and fathers at the factory that makes money 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 up like drapes So we can ride around like Steve McQueen in the escape
You were born with football and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it