Quasi
little lord fontleroy
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And how is His Highness tonight?
You know it's never quite right.
We bend over backwards for you;
And that's the least we could do
For the spoiled little boy
Little Lord Fontleroy.
And the tea is on the silver tray;
Wolfhounds in the sculpture garden
The maid has gone away,
The butler begs your pardon.
And you're all alone on your velvet throne - ohhh...
But me and me and me
That's as far as you see.
I know what it's like to be like you,
Because I'm a lot like that, too.
A spoiled little boy
Little Lord Fontleroy.
- Album:
- Mole City
- When The Going Gets Dark
- Hot Shit!
- The Sword Of God
- Field Studies
- Featuring "Birds"
- R&B Transmogrification
- Score! 20 Years Of Merge Records
- Miscellaneous
- American Gong
- 2006-04-28: Café du Nord, San Francisco, CA, USA
- Hot Shit
- Bye Bye Blackbird
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 96: September 2001
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 4: Oktober 2001
- Sword of God
- Early Recordings
- Daytrotter Session
- NME: Annual Probe, Volume 2
- Worlds of Possibility