A British Bank (The Life I Lead)

A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools
Without them disorder, chaos, moral disintegration
In short, you have a ghastly mess, I quite agree!

The children must be molded, shaped and taught
That life's a looming battle to be faced and fought

In short, I am disturbed to hear my children
Talking about poping in and out of
Chalk pavement pictures, consorting
With racehorse persons, foxhunting

Yes, well I don't mind that quiet so much
But anyways its tradition but tea parties on the ceiling
I ask you, having tea parties on the cieling
I am highly questionable outings of every other kinds

If they must go on outings these outings ought to be
Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality
These silly words like
Superca, superca, superca

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, yes, well done, you said it
And popping through pictures have little use, fulfill no basic need
They've got to learn the honest truth
Despite their youth they must learn about the life you lead

Exactly, they must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book
A thousand ciphers neatly in a row
When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up
Their little cup of joy should overflow, precisely!

It's time they learned to walk in your footstep
My footsteps
To tread your straight and narrow path with pride
With pride

Tomorrow, just as you suggest
Pressed and dressed
Jane and Michael will be at your side