George:
When you realize your worst fears have been realized
And certainties now seem a bit less sure
Ideals that at one time one idealized
Now don't seem so ideal any more.
Where once there was order
Chaos has been loosed
And home truths like chickens
Are coming home to roost.
Illusions may shatter but memories stay
The things that really matter I lost on the way
The sovereign, the master
And long may he reign
The famous good-for-nothing
Of cherry tree lane.
Winifred:
George, dear
I know it hurts your pride dear
But you can't just run and hide dear
Why can't you see that I'm here and I am on your side.
Whenever you spoke of Miss Andrew
You showered the woman with praise
But now that I've met dear Miss Andrew
There are one or two things I'd rephrase
To think you were raised by that monster
And carried that burden through life
If only you had seen that you could share it with your wife.
Being Mrs. Banks
It's easy to forget
The way I felt that summers' day
The day that we first met
Being Mrs. Banks
Being kissed by you
A man of dreams
Who made me feel
That wishes could come true.
And now although you're lost
It's time that we closed ranks
I'll fight for the man who needs freeing
The 'real you' who no-one is seeing
And you'll find a way of just being
Being Mister Banks.