Hmmm. Taste the bitterness...
Polo and Racing, and Eventing
It’s all about the same thing
Girls riding horses in the paddock
All because they like faaat
Wallets and it’s the place to find them
Champers and hampers, Tweed not denim.
Hoity toity all ra ra
I’m the mo-fo croquet mastar.

Toff they say but it doesn’t bother me
Because I’ve got a quiff and an Audi TT
Come over and visit my flat in Chelsea
I’ll show you my land-management degree

What I’m saying by way of this rhyme
Is let’s get together, your place or mine.
Mine’s a modest flat not very spatial
Don’t worry, I’m joking- it’s f#&king palatial
Check out the threads- my tweed’s from Hackett
It already looks dated but it costs a packet
Daddy worked hard to keep granddad’s money
Now I blow it in wine bars trying to get honeys.

Toff they say but it doesn’t bother me
I’m aunt Susie’s beneficiary
Squash with Piers and golf with Bob
Where do I have time to fit in a job?

I hope you can see what I’m telling you
That you could enjoy this lifestyle too.
Come on, come over, come on in
Soon we’ll have you on the gin
Sitting round the house doing f#&k all
Arranging the next charity ball
A trophy wife to have by my side
That I can trade in when your looks start to slide.
(Scoobs, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 17:04, Reply)