Little lord fontleroy

And how is His Highness tonight?
You know it's never quite right.
We bend over backwards for you
And that's the least we could do
For the spoiled little boy
Little Lord Fontleroy.
And the tea is on the silver tray
Wolfhounds in the sculpture garden
The maid has gone away,
The butler begs your pardon.
And you're all alone on your velvet throne - ohhh...
But me and me and 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.