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And how is his Highness tonight?you know it's never quite rightWe bend over backwards for youand that's the least we could doFor the spoiled little boyLittle Lord FontleroyAnd the tea is on the silver traywolfhounds in the sculpture gardenthe maid has gone awaythe butler begs your pardonAnd you're all alone on your velvet throneBut me and me and methat's as far as you seeI know what it's like to be you'cause I'm a lot like that tooA spoiled little boyLittle Lord Fontleroy From Letras Mania