Letras:Quasi. 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

But me and me and me
that's as far as you see

I know what it's like to be you
'cause I'm a lot like that too

A spoiled little boy
Little Lord Fontleroy