I wouldn't like to be in your shoes baby   Man, how do you sleep?   Your dinner's getting burned   While you drink all that she earns   The baby needs changing   Boy, you're in trouble deep!   Riding on the back of your black Lambretta   Everybody knew your name   We danced all the night to the Motown classics   But look at you now boy   You're old and set in your ways   Hey don't come around   In your dressing gown   Crying your crocodile tears   Dancing on my chandelier   It's not for the likes of us   There is no need to rush   Some of us never take the bus!