作词 : Coomes
& how is His Highness tonight?
You know it's never quite right.
We bend over backwards for you;
& that's the least we could do
For the spoiled little boy -
Little Lord Fontleroy.
& the tea is on the silver tray;
Wolfhounds in the sculpture garden
The maid has gone away,
The butler begs your pardon.
& you're all alone on your velvet throne - ohhh...
But me & me & me -
That's as far as you see.
I know what it's like to be like you,
Because I'm a lot like that, too.
A spoiled little boy -
Little Lord Fontleroy.