Perhaps it was the holiday we spent abroad last year
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It could have been the wine we drank last night
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Possibly the palace needs a second coat of paint
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But that doesn't condone setting it alight
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Why does the butler look so smug?
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And the gardener, well he looks even worse
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He's sent me every flower that he's dug
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And have you ever seen a chauffeur drive a hearse
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You're only jealous, Ah Ah
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You're only jealous, Ah Ah
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You're only jealous, Ah Ah
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You're only jealous, Ah Ah
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Perhaps it is the quantity of acres that we own
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It could be their allotment's only small
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Maybe we should reconsider giving them a wage
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But a taste of money is worse that none at all
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The parlourmaid's a deadly quiet lass
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Never really comes out of her shell
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But every time I talk to her, she offers me a glass
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Of a drink that she never drinks herself
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You're only jealous
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Stir it up
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Of the company I keep and the stars you never meet
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Of the caviar they eat whilst you're chewing at your wheat
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Of the hours that they sleep whilst you're sweating in the heat
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Of the masses at their feet and the tongue between their cheek
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Think of stronger than the weak
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Think of vulture and its beak
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Think of oil, think of sheikh, think of lord and comfy seat
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Think of admiral and fleet, think of public school elite
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Think of leaders and their sheep
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Think of butchers and their meat
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Think of leaders and their sheep
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Think of butchers and their meat
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Think of leaders and their sheep
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Think of butchers and their meat
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You're Only Jealous
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| The Beautiful South |
