You thought you were sea and you thought you were sand   You thought you were all in this God-given land   But you’re nothing like that      You though you were pure and you tangled your fate   And you’ve given up jogging round Sir John Clarks`s Estate   Your windows are dull      You never liked drink but there’s Scotch in your glass   And you've taken up fags after crying in class   You’re crying in class      Your ashtray is full and you've let down your Dad   You’ll never get married and it makes your Mum sad   But you can’t win them all Mum      You’re fooling yourself cos you’re petrol and gas   And you’re running so far but you're concrete and glass   You’re concrete and glass      You thought you were sea and you thought you were sand   You thought you were all in this God-given land   But you’re nothing like that      You though you were pure and you tangled your fate   And you’ve given up jogging round Sir John Clarks`s Estate   Your windows are dull      You never liked drink but there’s Scotch in your glass   And you've taken up fags after crying in class   You’re crying in class      Your ashtray is full and you've let down your Dad   You’ll never get married and it makes your Mum sad   But you can’t win them all Mum      You’re fooling yourself cos you’re petrol and gas   And you’re running so far but you're concrete and glass   You’re concrete and glass      And you keep on running now   And you keep on hiding now   But you can’t win them all Mum   But you can’t win them all Mum      Go go go go now   Keep on Keep on now   But you can’t win them all Mum   You can’t win them all Mum