And how is His Highness tonight? You know it's never quite right. We bend over backwards for you; And that's the least we could do For the spoiled little boy Little Lord Fontleroy. And the tea is on the silver tray; Wolfhounds in the sculpture garden The maid has gone away, The butler begs your pardon. And you're all alone on your velvet throne - ohhh... But me and me and me That's as far as you see. I know what it's like to be like you, Because I'm a lot like that, too. A spoiled little boy Little Lord Fontleroy.