I feel a surge

of deep satisfaction

much as a king

astride his noble steed

When I return

from daily strife

to heart and wife

how pleasant

is the life I lead

Dear, it's about the children

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

George, they're missing!

Splendid, splendid

It's grand to be

an Englishman in 1910

King Edward's on the throne

it's the age of men

I'm the Lord of my castle

the sovereign, the liege

I treat my subjects

servants, children, wife

with a firm but gentle hand

noblesse oblige

It's 6:03 and the

heirs to my dominion

are scrubbed and tubbed

and adequately fed

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 general

the future empire

lies within her hands

And so the person that we

need to mould the breed

is a nanny who

can give commands

are you getting

this winifred?

Oh yes, dear, 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