|I feel a surge of deep satisfaction |
Much as a king astride his noble steed
When I return from daily strife to
hearth and wife
How pleasant is the life I lead!
W: "Dear it's about the children"
G: "Yes yes yes..."
I run my home precisely on schedule
At 6:01, I march through my door
My slippers, sherry, and pipe are
due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I lead!
W: "George they're missing!"
G: "Splendid, splendid"
It's grand to be an Englishman
King Edward's on the throne
it's the age of men
I'm the lord of my castle
the sov'reign, the liege!
I treat my subjects: servants,
With a firm but gentle hand
It's 6:03 an the heirs to my dominion
Are scrubbed and tubbed and
And so I'll pat them on the head
and send them off to bed
Ah! Lordly is the life I lead!
A British nanny must be a gen'ral!
The future empire lies within her hands
And so the person that we need to
mold the breed
Is a nanny who can give commands!
G: "You getting this Winifred?"
W: "Oh yes every word!"
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and
rules must be the tools
Without them - disorder!
Catastrophe! Anarchy! -
In short, you have a ghastly mess!
|Mary Poppins: The Life I Lead|