A British Bank (the Life I Lead) Lyrics - Singles - Julie Andrews & Dick Van Dyke

A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less 

Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools 

Without them disorder, chaos, moral disintegration 

In short, you have a ghastly mess, I quite agree! 

The children must be molded, shaped and taught 

That life's a looming battle to be faced and fought 

In short, I am disturbed to hear my children 

Talking about poping in and out of 

Chalk pavement pictures, consorting 

With racehorse persons, foxhunting 

Yes, well I dont mind that quiet so much 

But anyways its tradition but tea parties on the ceiling 

I ask you, having tea parties on the cieling 

I am highly questionable outings of every other kinds 

If they must go on outings these outings ought to be 

Fraught with purpose, yes and practicality 

These silly words like 

Superca, superca, superca 

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, yes, well done, you said it 

And popping through pictures have little use, fulfill no basic need 

They've got to learn the honest truth 

Despite their youth they must learn about the life you lead 

Exactly, they must feel the thrill of totting up a balanced book 

A thousand ciphers neatly in a row 

When gazing at a graph that shows the profits up 

Their little cup of joy should overflow, precisely! 

It's time they learned to walk in your footstep 

My footsteps 

To tread your straight and narrow path with pride 

With pride 

Tomorrow, just as you suggest 

Pressed and dressed 

Jane and Michael will be at your side