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....

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