A Blur-esque indie romp and parody through the lives of the likes of Boris Johnson and Jacob Rees-Mogg. A poppy study of extraordinary entitlement. How -- and more importantly, why -- the other half live the way they do!

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This Charmed Life

To the manor born
With nothing but
A silver spoon in my mouth
It’s easier
For self-made men
When Daddy lends a hand

An embarrassment of riches
Little Lord Fauntleroy
Deserves every advantage, of course
Oh, please do enjoy!

In this charmed life
You win the prize
By skipping ‘past the waiting line
In this charmed life
You win the fight
By starting miles ahead

I pop out the bubbles
In my trust fund pied-a-terre
It’s a hard slog, playing underdog
When you’re a millionaire

To the land of milk and honey
The best that money can buy
Don’t suffer fools, in the finest schools
We’re born to rule, you see

In this charmed life
You win the prize
By skipping ‘past the welfare line
In this charmed life
You win the fight
By starting miles ahead

There is one rule for you
And another for me
That’s the way of the world
Get used to it

There is one rule for you
And another for me
That’s how it has to be

In this charmed life
You win the prize
By skipping ‘cross the finish line
In this charmed life
It’s only right
That I start miles ahead

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