| I had a dear old guardian
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| And he had ways Edwardian
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| A tea every day, if he burped he would say
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| Oh I beg your pardion to me
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| Now I’ve obtained seniority
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| And come to my majority
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| I’ve traveled far
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| Tasted snails, caviar
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| So with some authority I say
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| If you want a Bon Vivant to brighten up the scene
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| Or a jolly extra man to give the party sheen
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| Strolling on the Parthenon, or bowling on the green
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| I play mandolin 'n tambourine
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| Will travel
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| If you want a Bon Vivant who only aims to please
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| Punting on the Hellesponts for at my lady’s tease
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| Tickling her fancies
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| And her risibilities
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| Just drop a note to me
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| My services are free
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| For I’m the Bon Vivant you want
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| All around the ante room
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| The butler chased the maid
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| Out the door and down the path
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| And through the leafy glade
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| Using my binoculars, I followed the parade
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| While the soup was getting cold
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| He still perused her
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| Though his eel persistent, still his efforts went for not
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| She opened up an early leave
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| And never would be caught
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| When the race was over, and seeing her distraught
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| I took her in my arms
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| Allaying her alarms
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| Saying I’m the Bon vivant you want
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| Now for the life men dream about
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| Days that a king might scheme about
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| Once I have got my palatial yacht
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| I shall slowly steam about the brine
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| Fie on the word 'economy'
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| I’ll live a life of bonhomie
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| Sail into port for a life pour le sport
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| Full of rare gastronomy and wine
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| Visiting my auntie boo in tiny liechtenstein
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| Strolling through ze meadowlands amongst ze lowing kine
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| Flirting mit ze milking maid mit cheeks of apple shine
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| Strolling up the timber line und sheeing
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| Dueling the Hapsburgs ah ze carefree days zey vere
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| Yust before the chancellor positioned up ze Ruhr
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| Drinking beer at Heidelberg and holding hands with her
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| My consort is the maid, who made the butler fade
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| So if you need a pair for your piét de tierre
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| Just drop a note to me and for a modest fee
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| I’ll be the bon vivant you want |