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