----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Great Escape - I Am Kloot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- By: dr_silverrose Originally performed by John Bramwell, the I Am Kloot lead guitar/vocalist, under the name Johnny Dangerously. Can be found on I Am Kloot's Album "B", a B-side compilation album, released 2009. Featured prominently in the 2003 BBC Comedy Early Doors, Series 2, Episode 5. This is a very simple song with standard chords and strumming, easy to learn, fun to sing and play. Standard tuning C x32010 Dm xx0231 G 320033 F xx3211 Capo 4 C Dm G C You were born with football boots and a suntan complexion F Dm G You once thought that on reflection, I've really got it made C Dm G C You shrugged and smiled and made the usual excuses F Dm G C You suffered small abuses, and settled for their pay F Dm G C You want to learn to live like an aristocrat F Dm G But your girlfriend's earrings well they soon put pay to that F Dm G C and if the whole world came crashing, down around your ears F Dm G You could dream of stucco wallpaper and crystal chandeliers C Dm G C You cashed in your cards, you want to buy some glamour F Dm G You really are enamoured, with that new soap on a rope C Dm G C A thousand fat comedians came in disguised as clerics F Dm G They got you in hysterics, and walked off with your soul F Dm G C and with that cheapskate, royalty, you get your flag and wave F Dm G Well I've seen you on TV grinning at the motorcade F Dm G C Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, we'll string them up like drapes F Dm G And I'll ride around like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape C Dm G C You hung around too long, your mother read your letters F Dm G You grinned like a go-getter, come and got and gone C Dm G C The time the morning slips, blends into the wallpaper F Dm G and once you could escape her, but where did you go wrong F Dm G C and your father's at the factory that makes money selling guns F Dm G That fought the wars that spent the lives of other peoples sons F Dm G C Pretty soon we'll hang the traitors, we'll string them up like drapes F Dm G And I'll ride around like Steve McQueen in The Great Escape C Dm G C You were born with football boots and a suntan complexion F Dm G C You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made F Dm G C You once thought that on reflection, you'd really got it made F Dm G C You once thought that on reflection, oh yeah, I've really got it made