Cigarettes, losing bets
Empty pockets, heavy debts
They make me wonder
What life is all about
Big fast cars, Jaguars
They're coming near and then they're going far
They make me want to
Jump up and down and scream and shout
When you think I'm with the floozy mamas
I'm lying home, babe, in my silk pyjamas
I'm not any bolder, in fact I'm getting older
When you think I'm drinking, I'm sitting thinking
No more gay life with the boys
I'll sit down with my pipe and corduroys
No more red wine, oh no, these times are gone
When you think I'm with the floozy mamas
I'm lying home, babe, in my silk pyjamas
I'm not any bolder, in fact I'm getting older
When you think I'm drinking, I'm sitting thinking
No more gay life with the boys
I'll sit down with my pipe and corduroys
No more red wine, oh no, these times are gone