Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nouveau poor, artist - The King's Singers.
Date of issue: 13.10.1987
Song language: English
Nouveau poor |
I hadn’t a care as a millionaire, |
I was always overspent. |
I owned a penthouse pied a terre |
On the nicer side of Eton Square, |
And a country house for the country air, |
And an acre or two in Kent. |
Now it’s not the same since the baliffs came, |
And all my belongings went. |
I always knew I would rue the day, |
And now I scrimp to pay my way, |
In genteel poverty, |
Bleak and grey, |
In a semi-detached I rent. |
For we’re the nouveau poor, |
The wolf is at our door. |
We’re in Buck’s Peerage |
We’re in Who’s Who. |
We’re in the red, |
And in penury too. |
But that’s not new no more, |
Now we’re the nouveau poor. |
I was overly rash when I had the cash, |
And I seldom kept the score. |
If I ever lost such a mand affair, |
I would simply cash in a stock or share. |
Or sell some family silverware, |
There was always plenty more. |
When funds ran dry, |
I found that I, |
Had bills I could not ignore, |
And I paid off debts to several banks, |
And joining the ever-swelling ranks, |
Of the genteel nouveau poor. |
For we’re the nouveau poor, |
The wolf is at our door. |
We’re in Buck’s Peerage |
We’re in Who’s Who. |
We’re in the red, |
And in penury too. |
Now that’s not new no more, |
Oh we’re the nouveau poor. |
The nouveau poor, |
Are an awful bore, |
We have lost our rich veneer. |
We used to dine out everyday on caviar and steak bombay. |
And now it’s Chinese take-away, |
Washed down with home brewed beer. |
We hope and pray that one fine day, |
Our wealth will be restored. |
We dream of the Rolls we kept for best, |
And our liveried chauffeur, smartly dressed, |
As we fix the flag with the family crest, |
On the front of our clapped-out Ford. |
For we’re the nouveau poor, |
The move is at our door. |
We’re in Buck’s Peerage |
We’re in Who’s Who. |
We’re in the red, |
And in penury too. |
But that’s not new no more, |
Now we’re the nouveau, |
Nouveau povre, |
Please move over, |
We’re the nouveau |
Dabba, dabba, dabba, dabba dabba, da da, |
Yeah! |