Perhaps it was the holiday we spent abroad last year   It could have been the wine we drank last night   Possibly the palace needs a second coat of paint   But that doesn't condone setting it alight      Why does the butler look so smug?   And the gardener, well he looks even worse   He's sent me every flower that he's dug   And have you ever seen a chauffeur drive a hearse      You're only jealous, Ah Ah   You're only jealous, Ah Ah   You're only jealous, Ah Ah   You're only jealous, Ah Ah      Perhaps it is the quantity of acres that we own   It could be their allotment's only small   Maybe we should reconsider giving them a wage   But a taste of money is worse that none at all      The parlourmaid's a deadly quiet lass   Never really comes out of her shell   But every time I talk to her, she offers me a glass   Of a drink that she never drinks herself      You're only jealous      Stir it up      Of the company I keep and the stars you never meet   Of the caviar they eat whilst you're chewing at your wheat   Of the hours that they sleep whilst you're sweating in the heat   Of the masses at their feet and the tongue between their cheek   Think of stronger than the weak   Think of vulture and its beak   Think of oil, think of sheikh, think of lord and comfy seat   Think of admiral and fleet, think of public school elite   Think of leaders and their sheep   Think of butchers and their meat   Think of leaders and their sheep   Think of butchers and their meat   Think of leaders and their sheep   Think of butchers and their meat