Nicknackatory

First of all we must establish contact

I've no thirst for fame or a lavish contract

I'm a chappie with a sunny disposition

With a taste for fine wine or a funny expedition

To the club or the bordello with a sweet tobacco smell, oh

I can taste it as we speak, it stays with me for weeks!

The simple things in life come when I paid for all my Geep

But when some others take a peek they form a clique

It takes a squeaking off their wish to see me fall

The greatest chap-hop star of all!

But the weaknesses of some can leave them rather overcome

And then their jealousies can rather stop them from keeping mum

So they bleat all their grievances up and down the avenue!

And replete with my riposte to keep me from grabbing you

By your lapels

I've no need to haze for my life is amazing and here, my dear, is the news

The world's my nicknackatory

It's so frightfully keen

Yours is another story

It's really rather mean

The world's my nicknackatory

It's all frightfully rum

You may bathe in my glory

And maybe we'll be chumsThe dross one has to hear as one's stock grows more

Is the cross one has to bear and a frightful bore

The world is my toyshop, it makes your ploy stop

A place of joy, got a Japanese robot

In a bow tie to serve me tea

Biscuits, cake, and sherry

The very thought of employment thwarts my enjoyment

Of port so I deploy some more booze, remain buoyant!

I demand booze, and I demand cake

But always to share, as I care for the chums that I make

In the wake of the chap hop wars

I recline in a fine pair of tweed plus fours

I care not whose dander I get up, I'm set up for life

As my quill has more might than the knife

The strife the naysayers cause me bores me blue!

Let them eat cake, and let me eat it too!

The world's my nicknackatory

It's so frightfully keen

Yours is another story

It's really rather mean

The world's my nicknackatory

It's all frightfully rum

You may bathe in my glory

And maybe we'll be chumsAll the haters

And their maters

Throw your hands up at me

All the waiters

Bring their plates and

Try not to upset me

If your nose can't take a tweak

Or you find my words oblique

Then get back to your bitter pit

Because I've turned the other cheek!

The world's my nicknackatory

It's so frightfully keen

Yours is another story

It's really rather mean

The world's my nicknackatory

It's all frightfully rum

You may bathe in my glory

And maybe we'll be chums

Biscuits

Biscuits

Biscuits

Cake

Cake

Cake and Sherry

Cake

Cake

Cake and Sherry