[George Banks]
I feel a surge of deep satisfaction
Much as a king astride his noble steed
Thank you
When I return from daily strife to hearth and wife

How pleasant is the life I lead!

[Mrs. Banks]
Dear, it´s about the children...
Mr. Banks: Yes, yes, yes

[George Banks]
I run my home precisely on schedule
At 6:01, I march through my door
My slippers, sherry, and pipe are due at 6:02
Consistent is the life I lead!

[Mrs. Banks]
George, they´re missing!
Mr. Banks: Splendid, splendid

[George Banks]
It´s grand to be an Englishman in 1910

King Edward´s on the throne; it´s the age of men
I´m the lord of my castle, the sov´reign, the liege!
I treat my subjects--servants, children, wife
With a firm but gentle hand, noblesse oblige!

It´s 6:03 and the heirs to my dominion
Are scrubbed and tubbed and adequately fed
And so I´ll pat them on the head and send them off to bed
Ah, lordly is the life I lead!

A British nanny must be a gen´ral
The future empire lies within her hands
And so the person that we need to mold the breed
Is a nanny who can give commands!

[George Banks]

You getting this, Winifred?

Oh yes, dear, every word!

[George Banks]
A British bank is run with precision
A British home requires nothing less!
Tradition, discipline, and rules must be the tools
Without them...Disorder! Catastrophe! Anarchy!
In short, you have a ghastly mess!