I work for the father of Kath-a-leen McArthur,
So respectable, so refined.
I tend to the garden, I then clean the yard
And straighten up the "No trespassing" sign.
Oh, they've got a fishing yacht and a limousine,
And a very lovely daughter, Kath-a-leen.

In a house that's fit for twenty, there they sit with plenty,
Independently, high society.
Every morning when I meet her, I tip my hat to greet her
"Well hello, Kathleen, how are you today?"
Kathleen, so serene, Daddy's unaware
Of the mask you wear, and the love we share.

Yes, I work for the father of Kath-a-leen McArthur,
So respectable, so refined.