My old man's a Viscount And he wears a Viscount's crown He buys me Cardin trousers Of a tasteful shade of dark brown
He got his blue at Oxford And he pays my boating fees He sends me Fortnum's hampers So that I won't get hungry
He was my man and he done me wrong He was my man and he done me wrong
My old man's an earl now And he wears an ermine gown He sends me an allowance To spend in Eton town
He drives a yellow Bentley And he beats me with his wrench He hires me private tutors To help me in my French
He was my man and he done me wrong He was my man and he done me wrong
My old girl's a duchess And she wears a Hartnell frock She's picked me out a Cheltenham girl Of Suffolk breeding stock
My young fag's an MP's son And he warms my toilet seat I thrash him with a whip To make his character complete
He was my man and I done him wrong He was my man but it done him goodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.