William Francis - Chumbawamba

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 pass 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