You're Only Jealous

Perhaps it was the holiday we spent abroad last year

It could have been the wine we drank last night

Possibly the palace needs a second coat of paint

But that doesn't condone setting it alight

Why does the butler look so smug?

And the gardener, well he looks even worse

He's sent me every flower that he's dug

And have you ever seen a chauffeur drive a hearse

You're only jealous, Ah Ah

You're only jealous, Ah Ah

You're only jealous, Ah Ah

You're only jealous, Ah Ah

Perhaps it is the quantity of acres that we own

It could be their allotment's only small

Maybe we should reconsider giving them a wage

But a taste of money is worse that none at all

The parlourmaid's a deadly quiet lass

Never really comes out of her shell

But every time I talk to her, she offers me a glass

Of a drink that she never drinks herself

You're only jealous

Stir it up

Of the company I keep and the stars you never meet

Of the caviar they eat whilst you're chewing at your wheat

Of the hours that they sleep whilst you're sweating in the heat

Of the masses at their feet and the tongue between their cheek

Think of stronger than the weak

Think of vulture and its beak

Think of oil, think of sheikh, think of lord and comfy seat

Think of admiral and fleet, think of public school elite

Think of leaders and their sheep

Think of butchers and their meat

Think of leaders and their sheep

Think of butchers and their meat

Think of leaders and their sheep

Think of butchers and their meat