You were born with football boots and a sun tan You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You shrugged and and made the usual excuses You small abuses, and settled for their pay You want to learn to live like the crat (an aristocrat) You your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to that and if the whole came crashing, down around your ears You could of stuck old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in your cards now you want to buy some You really are enamoured, that new soap on a rope A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as got you in histerics, and walked off with your soul and with that cheap, skate, royalty, you get flag and wave Well I saw you on TV at the motorcade Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, string them up like So we can around 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 escape 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 sons Pretty soon we'll the traitors, and we'll string them up like drapes So we can ride around 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 thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made