Julie Andrews
A British Bank (The Life I Lead)
A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing lessTradition, discipline and rules must be the toolsWithout them disorder, chaos, moral disintegrationIn short, you have a ghastly mess, I quite agree!The children must be molded, shaped and taughtThat life's a looming battle to be faced and foughtIn short, I am disturbed to hear my childrenTalking about poping in and out ofChalk pavement pictures, consortingWith racehorse persons, foxhuntingYes, well I don't mind that quiet so muchBut anyways its tradition but tea parties on the ceilingI ask you, having tea parties on the cielingI am highly questionable outings of every other kindsIf they must go on outings these outings ought to beFraught with purpose, yes and practicalityThese silly words likeSuperca, superca, supercaSupercalifragilisticexpialidocious, yes, well done, you said itAnd popping through pictures have little use, fulfill no basic needThey've got to learn the honest truthLetras de cancionesDespite their youth they must learn about the life you leadExactly, they must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced bookA thousand ciphers neatly in a rowWhen gazing at a graph that shows the profits upTheir little cup of joy should overflow, precisely!It's time they learned to walk in your footstepMy footstepsTo tread your straight and narrow path with prideWith prideTomorrow, just as you suggestPressed and dressedJane and Michael will be at your side
From Letras Mania