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