I work for the father of Kath-a-leen McArthur, So respectable, so refined. I tend to the garden, I then clean the yard And straighten up the "No trespa**ing" sign. Oh, they've got a fishing yacht and a limousine, And a very lovely daughter, Kath-a-leen. In a house that's fit for twenty, there they sit with plenty, Independently, high society. Every morning when I meet her, I tip my hat to greet her "Well hello, Kathleen, how are you today?" Kathleen, so serene, Daddy's unaware Of the mask you wear, and the love we share. Yes, I work for the father of Kath-a-leen McArthur, So respectable, so refined.