Hobnob With The Gentry Songtext

the baroness thinks he's lying

wishing he were at the discotheque

with all his mates from town



go into it gently my boys

hobnob with the gentry my boys



whilst boasting of my linguistic skill

you ask is my music prolifical

and i don't know what you;re on about
keep my composure stare you out

if i hold the silence long enough

you'll feel in the wrong



faux pas over wine not good enough

i'm no competition with all this stuff

why don't you laugh at my jokes?

i've been coming here so long



i could go into it gently

watch me hobnob with the gentry

ostentatiously tell them

i dn;t have to dumb it down

the squire need be trying

the baroness thinks he's lying

wishing he were at the discotheque

with all his mates from town



go into it gently my boys

hobnob with the gentry my boys



i throw my money at you comtesse

but of noble blood i have far less

it does not grow on shores bushes

shocked these cirlces suit i confess

the starving sailor over there

has a baruth more than i



and alter egos will stay egos

as far as a messy courtroom goes

i just enjoy your company

albeit in the sky



i could go into it gently

watch me hobnob with the gentry

ostentatiously tell them

i dn;t have to dumb it down

the squire need be trying

the baroness thinks he's lying

wishing he were at the discotheque

with all his mates from town



go into it gently my boys

hobnob with the gentry my boys



baron baron change the record

to something finer

and stick classical technique

up your arse on my behalf

baron comtesse everyone knows

vogue's in a minor

a cadence of snootiness

complete with a laugh