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I feel a surge of deep satsfaction 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 I run my home precisely on schedule At six-o-one I march through my door My slippers sherry and pipe are due at six-o-two Consistent is the life I lead 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 â servants, children, wife â With a firm but gentle hand: noblesse oblige It's six-o-three 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 mold the breed Is a nanny who can give commands Letras de cancionesA British bank is run with precision The British home requires nothing less Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools With out them disorder, catastrophe, anarchy In short you have a ghastly mess From Letras Mania