Nobody owes me a living
Work is a fine silver trophy
Life's for the taking, not giving
I'm speaking here also for Sophie
The Queen (as I've found) is my mother
And frankly an excellent boss
Our business is like any other
Although we won't trade at a loss
Of course we are pure as the drivel
We certainly shan't be beholden
The list of our duties is civil
And our new opportunities golden
Myself and the Countess are hardened
And wait for her call or her beck
Beg pardon? We've always been ardent
But stick one more nought on your cheque
