Good for nothing / being mrs banks

[GEORGE]
When you realise your worst fears have been realised
And certainties now seem a bit less sure
Ideals that at one time one idealised
Now don't seem so ideal any more

Where once there was order
Chaos has been loosed
And home truths like chickens
Are coming home to roost

Illusions may shatter
But memories stay
The things that really matter
I lost on the way

The sovereign, the master
And long may he reign
The famous good-for-nothing
Of Cherry Tree Lane

[WINIFRED]
George, dear
I know it hurts your pride, dear
But you can't just run and hide, dear
Why can't you see that I'm here and I am on your side

Whenever you spoke of Miss Andrew
You showered the woman with praise
But now that I've met dear Miss Andrew
There are one or two things I'd rephrase

To think you were raised by that monster
And carried that burden through life
If only you had seen that you
Could share it with your wife

Being Mrs Banks
It's easy to forget
The way I felt that summer's day
The day that we first met

Being Mrs Banks
Being kissed by you
A man of dreams
Who made me feel
That wishes could come true

And now although you're lost
It's time that we closed ranks
I'll fight for the man who needs freeing
The real you no one is seeing
And you'll find a way of just being
Being Mister Banks