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