I Was Lord Kitchener's Valet Letra

and clean his boots and in return,
as everybody knows,
He gave me all his old clothes

I was Lord Kitchener's valet
We used to share the same chalet
He would often say that when he died
that he'd provide for me and you can see
just what I got:
his winter woolies and the lot

Oh, Lord Kitchener what to do?
Everyone is wearing clothes that once belonged to you
If you were alive today, I'm sure you would explode
if you took a stroll down the Portebello road

I was Lord Kitchener's valet
I was by his side to wipe his shoes and serve his booze
I knew my loyalty would be repaid
I'm in the second hand trade

Oh, Lord Kitchener what to do?
Everyone is wearing clothes that once belonged to you
I know that you've forgiven me if I tell you on my knees
Your wardrobe is a victim of the economic squeeze