[Verse 1]
Oh dear brothers, could they want us like that?
I know I wasn't there, but I want to take it back
Jack Bruce's slacks couldn't fit me like that
Those creamy days are gone and we're left chewing on the fat

[Refrain]
Ooh, kid...
No golden yacht will sail you from the shore, kid
(It doesn't happen like that)
Ooh, kid...
That kind of doesn't happen anymore, kid
(They don't want you like that)

[Chorus]
Touring more means sleeping on the floor
They want you to ride coach, ride coach
I don't really want it anymore
They want you to ride coach, ride coach

[Verse 2]
Turn off the radio and plug in the brick
Yeah we steal too, we are all hypocrites
Oh dear brothers, no this wasn't the plan
For some hard luck people in a hard luck band
[Refrain]
Ooh, kid...
No platinum disc is waiting at your door, kid
(It doesn't happen like that)
Ooh, kid...
I hope you like sleeping on the floor, kid
(Because it happens like that)

[Chorus]
Touring more means sleeping on the floor
They want you to ride coach, ride coach
I don't really want it anymore
They want you to ride coach, ride coach
Ride coach, ride coach, ride coach, ride coach
Touring more means sleeping on the floor
They want you to ride coach, ride coach
I don't really want it anymore
They want you to ride coach, ride coach
Ride coach, ride coach, ride coach, ride coach
Ride coach, ride coach, ride coach