Sunday, 12 June 2011

Middle Aged Man




















Middle aged man, middle aged man,
bet you don't live in a baked bean can.
Fought for the empire 'gainst Japan,
middle aged man, middle aged man.

If the truth is known, you probably fought,
alongside my dear old Dad
Chindit corp, forgotten war,
he was just a lad.

What did you do? How was you used?
Hark at all those yarns.
Shrapnel wound? I was over the moon,
he looked me straight in the palm.

Middle aged man, middle aged man,
of course you don't live in a baked bean can.
Held a grudge against Japan,
middle aged man, middle aged man.

Left the army, joined the 'bill,
my old Dad was on the dole.
But it's never too late to be a hero,
could have had a job exploring the north pole.

I'm a member of the second generation.
Too much money, too much choice.
Piccadilly roamer, east end loner,
lay my money, make my noise:

Middle aged man, middle aged man,
I know you don't live in a baked bean can.
And you've never been to Japan,
middle aged man, middle aged man.



Capability Red aprox 1979

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