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