Letras
The smugly smiling possessor of a piece of land
Stands in her garden and gazes round from bed to bed
12 feet by 20 is her pride and joy
One which she shares with her beloved boy
She's been working hard all through the week
But now she's home, she's got the best house in the street
It may not be a castle but it's England and it's home
An earthly paradise from Frigidaire to Gardendon
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
As for her husband, he's slow but steady as a brick
And in the doghouse with both wrists in the kitchen sink
Unsmiling victim of a tragedy
The back fence whisper is redundancy
He devotes his time to the improvement of his mind
She keeps abreast of brochures showing holidays in Spain
He pays attention to his personal physique
But there's no doubt who wears the trousers in the best house in the street
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
Tongue over lip to concentrate when it's a screen
He puts his apron on
She reads a magazine, sips her lemonade
There's no joy he can live without
Now darling dressed up to the nines, handing out the handouts
He devotes his time to the improvement of his mind
She keeps abreast of brochures showing holidays in Spain
He pays attention to his personal physique
But there's no doubt who wears the trousers in the best house in the street
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
Tongue over lip to concentrate when it's a screen
He puts his apron on
She reads a magazine, he sips her lemonade
She's the lady of the manor
She's the lady of the manor
She's, she's, she's the lady (she's the lady of the manor)
She's the lady of the manor