I Want to be Lord of the Manor

I want to be Lord of the Manor,
I want to be King of the pile,
I'm fed up with being a yokel
And chewing a straw on the stile.

I want to look down on you peasants,
(As soon as I'm not one myself).
I want to eat fois gras and pheasant
And have more than beans on the shelf.

I want to stand out in public,
And have people say "there's a toff".
I want to be someone important
Like Royalty, Nobility or Cloth.

I really am Lord of the Manor,
At least so my mum used to say,
As she told of the nights when she and the Lord
Would go for a roll in the hay.

I'll one day be Lord of the Manor,
As soon as my numbers come up,
And you won't catch me talking to you lot,
Or drinking cheap wine from a cup.