Priscilla Bagshot lives in a house with a hundred and twenty rooms
With butlers and bakers and candlestick vapors and horses and horsesgrooms
People don't like her, they say she's a fool, but I know I disagree
I know her better, she'll lend me ten-bob and I know she's in love with me
Oh, oh, she's a beautiful girl, she doesn't have a care
Oh, oh, she's a wonderful girl and her daddy's a millionaire
I meet her on Sundays, we go for a ride and it means the world to me

She lets me take her out to the woods then back to her house for tea
People don't like her, they say she's a fool, but I know I disagree
I know her better, she'll lend me ten-bob and I know she's in love with me
Daddy's a millionaire
Daddy's a millionaire
Daddy's a millionaire
Daddy's a millionaire.