CHANCE OF THE ACTION.

The alarm bell rings

And up he gets at six o’clock

His coffee is made

He stretches out to have a smoke.

He’s got his life well set

To a plan that ticks along

He’s got three mansions

This is one…

But he ain’t got a home.

Why do I smell like a flower

Yet feel like a weed in the rain

Why does he have all the power

And I have all the pain?

I just want a chance of the action

Give me a chance of the action.

Now it’s enter his wife

She goes to bed as Faberge

Now that is alright

But it tends to wear eventually.

His wife will so smoothly sit

And takes some toast with hands of jewels

A perfect family

This is one…

That are playing being the fools.

It’s a quick kiss goodbye

And off to start another day

He chooses the sports

The car he likes to keep for play. He’s got his life well set

It’s to a plan that ticks along

He’s got three mansions

This is one…

But he ain’t got a home.