Perhaps it was the holiday we spent abroad last year It could have been the wine we drank last night Possibly the palace needs a second coat of paint But that doesn't condone setting it alight Why does the butler look so smug? And the gardener, well he looks even worse He's sent me every flower that he's dug And have you ever seen a chauffeur drive a hearse You're only jealous, Ah Ah You're only jealous, Ah Ah You're only jealous, Ah Ah You're only jealous, Ah Ah Perhaps it is the quantity of acres that we own It could be their allotment's only small Maybe we should reconsider giving them a wage But a taste of money is worse that none at all The parlourmaid's a deadly quiet lass Never really comes out of her shell But every time I talk to her, she offers me a glass Of a drink that she never drinks herself You're only jealous Stir it up Of the company I keep and the stars you never meet Of the caviar they eat whilst you're chewing at your wheat Of the hours that they sleep whilst you're sweating in the heat Of the masses at their feet and the tongue between their cheek Think of stronger than the weak Think of vulture and its beak Think of oil, think of sheikh, think of lord and comfy seat Think of admiral and fleet, think of public school elite Think of leaders and their sheep Think of butchers and their meat Think of leaders and their sheep Think of butchers and their meat Think of leaders and their sheep Think of butchers and their meat