The New Vaudeville Band – I Was Lord Kitchener's Valet lyrics

I was Lord Kitchener's valet
We were ever so pally
I was always there to press his suits
and clean his boots and in return,
as everybody knows,
He gave me all his old clothes

I was Lord Kitchener's valet
We used to share the same chalet
He would often say that when he died
that he'd provide for me and you can see
just what I got:
his winter woolies and the lot

Oh, Lord Kitchener what a to do?
Everyone is wearing clothes that once belonged to you
If you were alive today, I'm sure you would explode
if you took a stroll down the Portebello road

I was Lord Kitchener's valet
Right from Kandahar to Calais I was by his side to wipe his shoes and serve his booze
I knew my loyalty would be repaid
I'm in the second hand trade

Oh, Lord Kitchener what a to do?
Everyone is wearing clothes that once belonged to you
I know that you've forgiven me if I tell you on my knees
Your wardrobe is a victim of the economic squeeze