You born with football boots and a sun tan complexion You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made You shrugged and smiled and the usual excuses You small abuses, and settled for their pay You want to learn to live like earnerest the (an aristocrat) You bought your girlfriends earrings well that soon put paid to and if the whole world came crashing, down around your You could dream of stuck old and crystal chandeliers
You cashed in cards now you want to buy some glamour You really are enamoured, with that new 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 Well I saw you on TV at the motorcade Pretty 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, your mother read letters You like a go-getter, come 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 at the factory that makes money seeling guns To fight the wars spends the lives of all the peoples sons Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, and we'll string them up like So we can ride like Steve McQueen in the great escape
You were with football boots and a sun tan complexion You once thought that on reflection, you'd got it made You thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made