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....