They think thay can drive the buses,
the think they can move the trains,
but there are not so sure when the sewers are clogged & it's time to unblock the drains
They harken back to the good old days,
when most working men wore caps,
& most of the nation starved & lived in the poverty trap
They long for days when their dogs can kill foxes
& the law won't do a thing
& get their hands o n the Government boxes & the old school they'll sing
'Bullingdus Elitus'
They think they are born to rule,
Cos they went to a posh public school

They think they can run the country,
while they aim their guns @ the pheasant
They're not satisfied with just their money,
They want us all to be just peasants
They would love us to tug our forelocks,
When they deign to pass us by.
They consider themselves our betters.
Though I can't think of a single reason why.
Here comes the Hooray Henries etc
Pass the port old chap.