I wouldn't like to be in your shoes baby Man, how do you sleep? Your dinner's getting burned While you drink all that she earns The baby needs changing Boy, you're in trouble deep! Riding on the back of your black Lambretta Everybody knew your name We danced all the night to the Motown cla**ics But look at you now boy You're old and set in your ways Hey don't come around In your dressing gown Crying your crocodile tears Dancing on my chandelier It's not for the likes of us There is no need to rush Some of us never take the bus!