George:
That is quite enough tommy rot for one day!
Would you please go upstairs and let me get to work!
I might have guessed
The wind is blowing
And it's an easterly, It's bound to bring a chill!
I'm underdressed
I must be going
Fetch my gloves and scarf or I'll be later still
Where's my hat?
He's brushed it with boot polish!
All:
Precision and order
That's all that I ask
The running of a household
A straightforward task
The children, the servants
They're all your domain
George:
Whilst I remain the sovereign
Mind you use your day well.
Winifred:
You remain the sovereign
George:
I shall be home at six o'clock sharp.
All:
He remains the sovereign
Of Cherry Tree Lane.