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