The Life I Lead - Soundtrack
I feel a surge of deep satisfaction
Much as a king astride his noble steed
When I return from daily strife to heart and wife
How pleasant is the life I lead
Dear, it's about the children
Yes, yes, yes
I run my home precisely on schedule
At 6:01, I march through my door
My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I lead!
George, they're missing!
Splendid, splendid
It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910
King Edward's on the throne
It's the age of men
I'm the lord of my castle
The sov'reign, the liege
I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand
Noblesse oblige
It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
And so I'll pat them on the head
And send them off to bed
Ah, Lordly is the life I lead
A British nanny must be a gen'ral
The future empire lies within her hands
And so the person that we need to mold the breed
Is a nanny who can give commands
You getting this, Winnifred?
Oh, yes dear, every word
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools
Without them, Disorder
Catastrophe, Anarchy
In short, you have a ghastly mess
Much as a king astride his noble steed
When I return from daily strife to heart and wife
How pleasant is the life I lead
Dear, it's about the children
Yes, yes, yes
I run my home precisely on schedule
At 6:01, I march through my door
My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I lead!
George, they're missing!
Splendid, splendid
It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910
King Edward's on the throne
It's the age of men
I'm the lord of my castle
The sov'reign, the liege
I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand
Noblesse oblige
It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
And so I'll pat them on the head
And send them off to bed
Ah, Lordly is the life I lead
A British nanny must be a gen'ral
The future empire lies within her hands
And so the person that we need to mold the breed
Is a nanny who can give commands
You getting this, Winnifred?
Oh, yes dear, every word
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools
Without them, Disorder
Catastrophe, Anarchy
In short, you have a ghastly mess
Credits
Writer(s): Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman
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