Last Of The Gentleman Adventurers Lyrics & Chords By The Jazz Butcher

What were they thinking?
They're never going to stop me from smoking or drinking my gin.
I'm not taken in by their scared new world,
Where "beauty is freedom" and "freedom" is the prize.
They wouldn't know freedom if you salted it and rubbed it in their eyes.
Sense of entitlement three, common sense nil. Run and see your GP.
Whoa...living forever don't look so clever to me.

We were the hard water kids of the Asbestos Age - no one died.
Nobody chipped us or tracked us or caged us or taught us to fear. No one tried.
So we helped ourselves to the world unafraid.
Sometimes we even got paid.
Well, now I've spent all that money I earned,
But here is one thing I have learned:

There's nothing in life that's worth giving up
For the sake of five years in the Sunset Retirement Home.
Nothing in life is worth giving up
For a chair in a smoke-free dayroom watching telly,
Parched and immobile and praying for tea,
Patronised stupid, cake on your birthday...
Now tell me, my beauty: ain't it grand to be free?

I wonder how it could have been if I'd have been a bad girl...
Smoking that reefer...a life in slow motion...
I wonder how it could have been if I'd have been a bad girl...
Gentleman callers, fast cars and what-have-you...
I wonder how it could have been...I wonder how it could have been...
Oh, I wonder most all the time.
Don't wonder what you could have been. Don't wonder how it could have been.
Don't wonder.
Break out and find out tonight.