I reside in Prince Of Wales Drive In a mansion block named "Primrose" With constant hot water it's got all it oughta Behind Victorian windows
But nonetheless, I must confess I'm looking for something grander — If you could see it, you'd agree It's better to be an Overstrander
If one rich hag should like my gags And drunkenly drag me to bed in Overstrand— "Stand still while I take your picture!" I would give her the negatives If she could deliver the keys of Overstrand (And then I would evict her)
Oh! To be one of the bourgeoisie Living in luxury south of the river
I'll flirt and philander I'll take huge back-handers I just want to be an Overstrander
If that won't work, I'll lift my shirt For a certain dirty old man in Overstrand And I'll see that he is happy! When he's dead, his will— Instead of bequeathing it to his in-breds as planned— Will hand Overstrand to me! And see that I am happy!
I'll ponce, I'll pander, I'll gerrymander — I just want to be an Overstrander!
Beware, Miss Clark! A walk in the park In winter the darkness can fall so fast You may lose your way, and slip into the river No-one will guess that beneath this false chest There's a gentleman dressed up as you— I'll fool them all! The men will call, and I'll make them quiver!
I'll lie, I'll slander, I'll write for The Evening Standard I just want to be an Overstrander!