The Life I Lead

I feel a surge of deep satisfaction
 Much as a king astride his noble steed
 Thank you.
 When I return from daily strife to hearth and wife
 How pleasant is the life I lead!
 Dear, it's about the children...
 Yes, yes, yes.
 I run my home precisely on schedule
 At 6: 01, I march through my door
 My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6: 02
 Consistent is the life I lead!
 George, they're missing!
 Splendid, splendid.
 It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910
 King Edward's on the throne; it's the age of men
 I'm the lord of my castle, the sov'reign, the liege!
 I treat my subjects--servants, children, wife
 With a firm but gentle hand, noblesse oblige!
 It's 6: 03 and the heirs to my dominion
 Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
 And so I'll pat them on the head and send them off to bed
 Ah, lordly is the life I lead!
 A British nanny must be a gen'ral
 The future empire lies within her hands
 And so the person that we need to mold the breed
 Is a nanny who can give commands!
 You getting this, Winifred?
 Oh yes, dear, every word!
 A British bank is run with precision
 A British home requires nothing less!
 Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools
 Without them... Disorder! Catastrophe! Anarchy!
 In short, you have a ghastly mess!