Cause he g ets up i n the m orning,
And he g oes to w ork at n ine,
And he c omes back h ome at f ive-thirty,
Get's the s ame train e very t ime.
Cause his w orld is b uilt round p unctualit y,
It never f ails.
And he's o h, s o go od,
And he's o h, s o fi ne,
And he's o h, s o h ealthy,
In his b ody a nd his m ind.
He's a w ell respected m an about town,
D oing the best things s o conservativel y.
And his m other g oes to m eetings,
While his f ather p ulls the m aid,
And she s tirs the t ea with c ouncilors,
While d iscussing f oreign t rade,
And she p asses l ooks, as w ell as bills
At e very s uave young m an
And he l ikes his o wn backy ard,
And he l ikes his f ags the b est,
cause he's b etter t han the r est,
And his o wn sweat s mells the b est,
And he h opes to g rab his f athers loot,
When p ater p asses o n.
And he p lays at s tocks and s hares,
And he g oes to t he reg atta,
And he a dores the g irl next d oor,
cause he's d ying to g et at h er,
But his m other k nows the b est about
The m atrim onial s takes.