My mother always said,
That I'd go far in life,
I'd be just like my father,
Nice car, and kids, a wife,
And now she stands before me,
The broken man I am,
Slippin' me a fiver,
And it's burnin' up my hand,
Up my hand...
And I said...
Do you like my shoes?
I bought them from a dead man,
You'll have to excuse,
He's better off without them,
Yeah
Monday sees the Glad-rags,
To go find me a job,
But the lass behind the counter,
Says that I may lose the shop,
And all I really wanted,
Was to be just like my dad,
I'll have to take some comfort,
Drinkin' Tenants in my pad,
In my pad
And I said,
Do you like my shoes?
I bought them from a dead man,
You'll have to excuse,
He's better off without them,
Yeah.... Wooo....
Can you help me?
I am so bad.
Oooooh,
Can you help me?
Be like my dad....
Do you like my shoes?
I bought them from a dead man,
You'll have to excuse,
He's better off without them,
Yeah,
Do you like my shoes?
I bought them from a dead man,
You'll have to excuse,
He's better off without them,
And I'm better off with them,
Than I am with you....