Aristocrats

I'm the son of my sister
And she's the wife of my Dad
And we live in a bloody great mansion
But we all sleep in the same bed

Cos we're aristocrats
We're a bunch of twats
We love to hunt and play
We've started shooting heroin
Cos foxes run away
They run away
Tally ho!

Papa signed me up for Eton
On the very day I was born
I was slippered, molested and beaten
Oh we had such fun in the dorm

Yes we're aristocrats
We wear top hats
And drink champagne on ice
We've got loads of antique furniture
Arinde abite the hise
It's frightfully nice
More tea vicar? Cucumber sandwich?

I am to the manner born
I play croquet on the lawn
We wear lots of sparkling jewels
We send our kids to public schools
I've got such a plummy voice
I like to wank in my Rolls Royce

I'm the son of my sister
And she's the wife of my Dad
And we live in a bloody great mansion
But we all sleep in the same bed

Cos we're aristocrats
We're a bunch of twats
We love to hunt and play
We've started shooting heroin
Cos foxes run away
They run away
Little bastards
Big fluffy tails

Belinda Carbuncle

Slim Paul says: And pointy ears.

Slick Nick says: None of our songs are very good. Some of them are particularly bad.

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