A chic young lady from Kyle Whose home was a large wealthy pile Pranged her Lexus, oh dear Daddy's dough will sort that, no fear And return to her face a big smile
You'll stand on your own feet he said You'll work to earn your own bread The well has run dry I can barely get by You'll soon see your poor father dead!
Oh father dear, are you ill? She said “No, not ill”, said he, shaking his head "I work hard for a living" “But I’m fed up with giving And it's time you earned your own bread"
She applied for a job in a school And another to clean swimming pools But the pupils she stressed And for cleaning had no zest So her father just called her a fool.