Little Lord Fontleroy

And how is His Highness tonight?

You know it's never quite right.

We bend over backwards for you;

And that's the least we could do

For the spoiled little boy

Little Lord Fontleroy.

And the tea is on the silver tray;

Wolfhounds in the sculpture garden

The maid has gone away,

The butler begs your pardon.

And you're all alone on your velvet throne - ohhh...

But me and me and me

That's as far as you see.

I know what it's like to be like you,

Because I'm a lot like that, too.

A spoiled little boy

Little Lord Fontleroy.