& how is His Highness tonight? You know it's never quite right. We bend over backwards for you; & that's the least we could do For the spoiled little boy - Little Lord Fontleroy. & the tea is on the silver tray; Wolfhounds in the sculpture garden The maid has gone away, The butler begs your pardon. & you're all alone on your velvet throne - ohhh... But me & me & me - That's as far as you see. I know what it's like to be like you, Because I'm a lot like that, too. A spoiled little boy - Little Lord Fontleroy.