A man's home is his castle or so they say
His lady a queen
The worth of his kingdom
Built on the strength of his arm

If this is true, consider me a knave
A baseborn curr
With no castle of stone
Nor queen or damsel

But I have a kingdom
I have the clothes on my back
This fine *** under mine
The song in my heart

And a liar be any man that say, I am not a gentleman
A knight errant
Destined to roam the roads
With no place to call home