The Duke Of Beaufoot

The Duke of Beaufort

Is not at home today

He's very tired

He thought he'd go away

You wait for him,

Your eyes are on the door

You know no other way

The Duke of Beaufort

Is very kind to cats

Keeps them in his cellar

To help him catch his rats

He's very noble

And his lineage is pure

But you, you're a whore

The Duke of Splendour

Just wasn't much amused

And nor were you

You knew you'd been abused

If you'd had help

You might have buggered up his fuse

But alone, you're too confused

"He picked me up, I was on the street

He made it clear he would use me

My parents died, I was three years old

I had to make a living"

Close your eyes, close your eyes

"In a lot of ways, I'm close to him

Though he may seem to ignore it

I'm sure he cares,

At least, I think he does

It's just he's very busy"

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Here's today says the ‘Telegraph'

It's the world, it's the world!

Gone away on a phonograph

Riding high, riding high

There's a way says the Cenotaph

You will find, you will find

Gone in search of an Epitaph

Running wild, running wild

You saw them coming forward

Asking you to be kind

You couldn't face their council

They were men full of greed

In your position nothing's sacred

You have only the wine

You stand alone

But not alone in your loneliness

And yet there must be more

I can't believe that all has been in vain

And if there is it's

Be sure of friendship

As the hours grow long

Rest assured that this phase is passing

Give yourself a chance