A British bank is run by delinquents
A British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules are just for fools
Without them – disorder! Chocolate! Humous!
Oh yes, we have a ghastly mess!
It’s 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are caked in mess and inadequately fed
And so I’ll pat them on the head
And take myself to bed
Ah, Lordly is the life I lead!