(+) A British Bank (The Life I Lead)
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools
Without them - disorder, Chaos
Moral disintegration
In short, we have a ghastly mess
I quite agree
The children must be molded, shaped and taught
That life's a looming battle to be faced and fought
In short, I am disturbed to hear my children talking about
Popping in and out of chalk pavement pictures,
Consorting with racehorse persons, foxhunting
Yes, well, I don't mind that quite so much.
At any rate, it's tradition
But tea parties on the ceiling?
I ask you: having tea parties on the ceiling?
And highly questionable outings of every other kind
If they must go on outings
These outings ought to be
Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality
These silly words like superca... superca... superca...
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Yes, well done, you said it
And popping through pictures
Have little use, fulfill no basic need
They've got to learn the honest truth
Despite their youth they must learn...
About the life you lead
Exactly
They must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book
A thousand ciphers neatly in a row
When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up
Their little cup of joy should overflow
Precisely
It's time they learned to walk in your footstep
My footsteps
To tread your straight and narrow path with pride
With pride
Tomorrow, just as you suggest pressed and dressed
Jane and Michael will be at your side