This is how it feels:
Not for me a cache of jewels, nor shoes with four-inch heels;
I'm not concerned with how a silk-lined ermine jacket feels;
No undulating semi-rural properties for me;
No gold-leaf-sprinkled truffles will accompany my tea;
I'm not sure what a 'town car' is; nor 'age-defying serum';
And as for the High Roller set: I don't think I've been near 'em.
No masterpiece in gilded frame will hang upon my walls;
I've no designer lingerie, just mismatched socks and smalls
I'll never own an aircraft, neither sub- nor supersonic;
Just give me peace and quiet and a scrummy gin and tonic.