Master of the House Songtext
von Sacha Baron Cohen

Why is it right? We′re right man

My band of soaks, my den of dissolute
My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
My sons of whores spend their lives in my inn (No-no-no-no, not tonight)

Homing pigeons, homing in
They fly through my doors
And they crawl out on all fours

Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for the rest, all of 'em crooks
Rooking their guests and crooking the books
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
A gent of good intent
Who′s content to be?


Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir
Customers appreciate a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn't cost me to be nice
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price!

Master of the house, keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em of a sou or two
Watering the wine, making up the weight
Pickin′ up their knick-knacks when they can′t see straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus, won′t I bleed 'em in the end?

Master of the house, quick to catch your eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody′s boon companion
Everybody's chaperone

But lock up your valises
Jesus, Won′t I skin you to the bone?


Food beyond compare, food beyond belief
Mix it in a mincer and pretend it's beef
Kidney of a horse, the liver of a cat
Filling up the sausages with this and that
Residents are more than welcome
The bridal suite is occupied

Reasonable charges
Plus some little extras on the side (yeah)
(Oh Santa!)

Charge 'em for the lice, extra for the mice
Two percent for looking in the mirror twice
Here′s a little slice, there is a little cut
Three percent for sleeping with the window shut
When it comes to fixing prices
There are a lot of tricks I know
How it all increases, all the bits and pieces
Jesus, It′s amazing how it grows, haha

Oh, sorry love
Let's get something done about that
I used to dream that I would meet a prince
But God Almighty, have you seen what′s happened since?

Master of the house isn't worth my spit!
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
Thinks he′s quite a lover but there's not much there
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse
God knows how I′ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!

Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Comforter, philosopher
Don't make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!

Everybody bless the landlord!
Everybody bless his spouse

Everybody raise a glass (hey)
Raise it up the master's arse (hey)
Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the House!