Mr.Banks: I feel a surge of deep satisfaction, Much as a king astride his noble steed. When I return from daily strife to heart and wife, How pleasant is the life I lead!
Mrs. Banks: [Spoken] Dear, it's about the children...
Mr. Banks: [Spoken] Yes, yes, yes!
[Sung] I run my home precisely on schedule, At 6:01, I march through my door. My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02, Consistent is the life I lead!
It's grand to be an Englishman in 1910. King Edward's on the throne; It's the age of men. I'm the lord of my castle, The sov'reign, the liege! I treat my subjects: servants, children, wife, With a firm but gentle hand, Noblesse oblige!
It's 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion, Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed, And so I'll pat them on the head, And send them off to bed. Ah! Lordly is the life I lead!