(Verse)
You may think
Looking at the four of us
Food and drink
Constitute the core of us
That may be
But still you'll see
Our names on posterity's page

You will read
Histories galore of us
Strutting England's stage
We represent
To a certain extent
The ineffable scent
Of our age

(Chorus 1)
We're Regency rakes
And each of us takes
A personal pride
In the thickness of hide
Which prevents us from seeing
How vulgar we're being
Without making us wince
We're ruthless and rude
And boast of a crude
And lordly disdain
Both for mind and for brain
Though obtuse and slow-witted
We're not to be pitied
For we follow the Prince

Every orgy
With our Georgie
Lasts till dawn without a lull
We can venture
Without censure
To be noisy, drunk, and dull

We revel in sport
Madeira and port
And when we pass out
With sclerosis and gout
All our children will rue our mistakes
Roystering Regency rakes
Roystering Regency rakes

(Chorus 2)
We're Regency rakes
And each of us makes
A personal issue
Of adipose tissue
But still notwithstanding
Our stomachs expanding
We all year for romance
We frequently start
Affairs of the heart
Sublimely unheeding
That long overfeeding
Has made so disgusting
Our loving or lusting
That girls eye us askance

Though we wonder
As we blunder
Into this or that bordel
Whom we know there
Why we go there
But we're far to drunk to tell

Though over-jocose
Unfunny and gross
We don't lose a fraction
Of self-satisfaction
Complacency never forsakes
Roystering Regency rakes
Roystering Regency rakes