There isn′t any doubt about the best place we know.
It's Hareford Hall in Hampshire where the smart people go.
If the Duchess does invite you then you′re top of the tree.
Thanks goodness, thank goodness she did write to me.
Without equivocation we can all recommend
The noble institution of the Hareford weekend.
It has its social equal no-where else in the land,
There's no other home so stately and grand.
But you′re welcome so long as you keep to the rules,
The Duchess has never been partial to fools!
But really so long as you know what is done,
You're happy enjoying your place in the sun.
For a weekend at Hareford is simply divine.
The people, the parties, the food and the wine.
There′s leisure and pleasure for every one.
You're happy enjoying your place in the sun.
It does seem such a pity that they can't find the heir.
The family solicitor has looked everywhere.
It′s rumoured at the moment that he′s tearing around.
The Duchess demands that the heir shall be found,
Listen everybody for the news will soon be round,
The family solicitor has run the heir to ground.
There's not a doubt about it, there isn′t any snag,
He's dug him out of somewhere and he′s got him in the bag.
I've seen him, I′ve met him, he's here.
And almost any moment (almost any moment, almost moment)
Any blessed moment he'll appear.
Do you think we shall care for the new Lord Hareford?
Do you think we shall fall for the new Lord Hareford?
Won′t you tell us if you can, what you know about the man.
Is he what we all expect? Is he circumspect?
Is he weak? Is he strong?
Does he really belong? Is he all he should be?
Well very soon you will see him.
Very soon (very soon, very soon, very soon)