Tumble outta bed and the servant from the kitchen
Thinks I’ve croaked and calls a mortician
Then I yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Have my bed-bath, the blue-blood starts pumpin’
Liz looks aghast when I offer her a rumpin’
See, folks like me stay on the job till 95

Worked till 95, what a way to make a livin’
On the civil list, lavish lifestyle is a given
Whilst you lot struggle by on payday loans and credit
It’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it
Worked tlll 95, such service and devotion
Now I’m tired, I’m taking a demotion
Wanted to ages ago, but the boss wouldn’t seem to let me
I swear sometimes that cow is out to get me
(For my shagging around all those years. Tee-hee)


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