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I feel a surge of deep satisfaction Much as a king astride his noble steed When I return from daily strife to hearth and wife How pleasant is the life I lead! Mrs Banks: Dear it's about the children Mr Banks: Yes, yes, yes, yes I run my home precisely on schedule At 6:01, I march through my door My slippers, sherry and pipe are due at 6:02 Consistent is the life I lead Mrs Banks: George they're missing Mr Banks: Splendid, splendid It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910 King Edward's on the throne; it's the age of men I'm the lord of my castle the sov'reign, the liege! I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife With a firm but gentle hand Noblesse Oblige! It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed And so I'll pat them on the head and send them off to bed Ah Lordly is the life I lead |