Chumbawamba - William Francis lyrics

William Francis, noble lord His fortune built on sweat and sword Built an empire tall as a hill But he don't have fun and he never will My, my Sees the world so far below And though he tries, he'll never know Friends to greet the breaking of day And love to pa** the night away My, my William Francis high and dry With his paradise denied My, my William Francis, lost, alone A thousand ifs and a heart of stone He measures his life in gain and cost But he'll never add up the world he lost My, my William Francis high and dry With his paradise denied My, my William Francis, master of all But none to catch him when he falls He works us long and he works us hard But we'll dance all the way to the knacker's yard My, my William Francis high and dry With his paradise denied My, my