A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less   Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools   Without them disorder, chaos, moral disintegration   In short, you have a ghastly mess, I quite agree!      The children must be molded, shaped and taught   That life's a looming battle to be faced and fought      In short, I am disturbed to hear my children   Talking about poping in and out of   Chalk pavement pictures, consorting   With racehorse persons, foxhunting      Yes, well I dont mind that quiet so much   But anyways its tradition but tea parties on the ceiling   I ask you, having tea parties on the cieling   I am highly questionable outings of every other kinds      If they must go on outings these outings ought to be   Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality   These silly words like   Superca, superca, superca      Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, yes, well done, you said it   And popping through pictures have little use, fulfill no basic need   They've got to learn the honest truth   Despite their youth they must learn about the life you lead      Exactly, they must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book   A thousand ciphers neatly in a row   When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up   Their little cup of joy should overflow, precisely!      It's time they learned to walk in your footstep   My footsteps   To tread your straight and narrow path with pride   With pride      Tomorrow, just as you suggest   Pressed and dressed   Jane and Michael will be at your side