THE BUTLER


Them bleeding hob nobs

Them rotten rich snobs.

As I’m butling and bending

I’m thinking of sending

Them all to the Argentines

Put the bastards in copper mines.

Let them work for a living

Instead of them giving

Me gyp.

Instead of them giving

Me lip.

Oh butler ” WOULD YOU MIND COOLING MY TEA OFF”

I so want to tell them to P off.

Oh butler “DON’T FORGET STIRRUP CUPS AT SIX”

The lazy fat bunch of arrogant pricks.

Working for the idle rich,

Is nothing but  a son of a bitch.

But never fear

It’s 1914 next year.

Things are sure to change.

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