Thomas used to work with the stocks
Then the markets collapsed
Now he's down to his last pair
Of Crocs, which sucks
Henrietta's down in the dumps
Her butler's on strike
She has to make her own lunch
Boiled dove, boiled dove
They say we've got to hold on to what we've got
Doesn't really matter
If we need it or not
We've got big houses, and rifles we bought
For fun – let's give them a shot
Whooah, we're halfway there
Livin' in Mayfair
All my neighbours are Russians I swear
Livin' in Mayfair
Henrietta's awfully miffed
Her pony has got gout
And it was a gift
from mum, her mum
Thomas dreams of running away
When he cries in the night
His hedge fund reminds him
It's OK, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't really matter
If we earned it or not
We went to good schools and that's a lot
For cash, we'll just sell our yachts
Whooah, we're halfway there
Livin' in Mayfair
My gap year was wicked I swear
Livin' in Mayfair
We've got to hold on, ready or not
You'll wear your red trousers when they're all you've got
Whooah, we're half way there
Livin' in Mayfair
Eat this swan, it's delicious I swear
Livin' in Mayfair
