Well, times are hard, but I'm prepared to try and rattle through it, And if you come and list to me, I'll tell you how I do it, And upon my word, studying economy I live like a lord. At ten I sally out and go to hear the band play, Which takes me to eleven, when I promenade the strandway, At two I reach a coffee shop and read a book till seven, And half a pint of good-for-ale will last me till eleven, And upon my word, studying economy I live like a lord. I can't abide block ornaments for fear of those small maggots, So I wait till eight o'clock some days, and patronise the faggots, And upon my word, studying economy I live like a lord. Now I've told you all the particulars of how I pass my day away, Through studying economy, I don't have much to pay-way. Though I've produced it, I tell it to pease-pudding on a Friday, And all things considering, why, I get on pretty tidy, And upon my word, studying economy I live like a lord. Then I sally home and make no row, for fear of Mother Randall, And into bed, in the dark, because it saves the candle. Then I pass out in all my clothes, just as the day is dawning, And leave some gin beside the bed for breakfast in the morning, And upon my word, studying economy I live like a lord.