Spirogyra - The Duke of Beaufoot lyrics

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 who*e 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 a**ured that this phase is pa**ing Give yourself a chance