Lyrics William Francis (Live) - Chumbawamba
William
Francis,
noble
lord
His
fortune
built
on
sweat
and
sword
Built
an
empire
tall
as
a
hill
But
he
don't
have
fun
and
he
never
will
My,
my
Sees
the
world
so
far
below
And
though
he
tries,
he'll
never
know
Friends
to
greet
the
breaking
of
day
And
love
to
pass
the
night
away
My,
my
William
Francis
high
and
dry
With
his
paradise
denied
My,
my
William
Francis,
lost,
alone
A
thousand
ifs
and
a
heart
of
stone
He
measures
his
life
in
(gain)
and
cost
But
he'll
never
add
up
the
world
he
lost
My,
my
William
Francis
works
us
hard
But
we'll
dance
all
the
way
to
the
knacker's
yard
He
cannot
laugh
and
he
cannot
cry
'Cos
William
Francis
is
cold
inside
My,
my
William
Francis
high
and
dry
With
his
paradise
denied
My,
my
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