The Ruling Class

My old man's a Viscount

And he wears a Viscount's crown

He buys me Cardin trousers

Of a tasteful shade of dark brown

He got his blue at Oxford

And he pays my boating fees

He sends me Fortnum's hampers

So that I won't get hungry

He was my man and he done me wrong

He was my man and he done me wrong

My old man's an earl now

And he wears an ermine gown

He sends me an allowance

To spend in Eton town

He drives a yellow Bentley

And he beats me with his wrench

He hires me private tutors

To help me in my French

He was my man and he done me wrong

He was my man and he done me wrong

My old girl's a duchess

And she wears a Hartnell frock

She's picked me out a Cheltenham girl

Of Suffolk breeding stock

My young fag's an MP's son

And he warms my toilet seat

I thrash him with a whip

To make his character complete

He was my man and I done him wrong

He was my man but it done him good