Mr.Banks:

I feel a surge of deep satisfaction

Much as a king astride his noble steed

When I return from daily strife to heart and wife

How pleasant is the life I lead!



Mrs. Banks:

[Spoken]

Dear, it's about the children...



Mr. Banks:

Yes, yes, yes!



[Sung]

I run my home precisely on schedule

At 6:01, I march through my door

My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02

Consistent is the life I lead!



It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910

King Edward's on the throne;

It's the age of men

I'm the lord of my castle

The sov'reign, the liege!

I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife

With a firm but gentle hand

Noblesse oblige!



It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion

Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed

And so I'll pat them on the head

And send them off to bed

Ah! Lordly is the life I lead!



A British nanny must be a gen'ral!

The future empire lies within her hands

And so the person that we need to mold the breed

Is a nanny who can give commands!



A British bank is run with precision

A British home requires nothing less!

Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools

Without them - disorder!

Catastrophe! Anarchy! -

In short, we have a ghastly mess!