My lot

You won't see me crying when everything has gone

I take it in my stride when I am put upon

I shrug my shoulders, because life it what it is

When aiming at the target I don't care if I miss yeah

I've got a bicycle you've got an aeroplane

I've got a caravan you've got a house in Spain

I go out for a walk, fresh air and greener grass

You go off round the world and travel business class

I step out my front door and jump back from the cars

You've got a house and pool where you dine beneath the stars

You say you're down to Earth but evidence suggests you're not