My mother always said,nThat I'd go far in life,nI'd be just like my father,nNice car, and kids, a wife,nAnd now she stands before me,nThe broken man I am,nSlippin' me a fiver,nAnd it's burnin' up my hand,nUp my hand...nnAnd I said...nDo you like my shoes?nI bought them from a dead man,nYou'll have to excuse,nHe's better off without them,nnYeahnnMonday sees the Glad-rags,nTo go find me a job,nBut the lass behind the counter,nSays that I may lose the shop,nAnd all I really wanted,nWas to be just like my dad,nI'll have to take some comfort,nDrinkin' Tenants in my pad,nIn my padnnAnd I said,nDo you like my shoes?nI bought them from a dead man,nYou'll have to excuse,nHe's better off without them,nnYeah.... Wooo....nnCan you help me?nI am so bad.nOooooh,nCan you help me?nBe like my dad....nnDo you like my shoes?nI bought them from a dead man,nYou'll have to excuse,nHe's better off without them,nYeah,nDo you like my shoes?nI bought them from a dead man,nYou'll have to excuse,nHe's better off without them,nAnd I'm better off with them,nThan I am with you....