Having spent the best part of a decade bringing some manners back to popular culture, this dopest of fellows endeavours to entertain and amuse, with his ingenious stylings.
Aiming to dazzle with dignity, Mr.B takes to the stage with his banjolele and stiff upper lip to perform ditties of pipe-smoking, high society, cricket and sexual misadventure, as well as some more well-known pieces from the world of hip-hop, re-worked in chap-hop fashion.
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They Don't Allow Rappers in the Bullingdon Club
Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer Lyrics
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When I was in my cap and gown little did I learn
Working not my forte, I longed for something naughty
By nature I was haughty, and one thing that school had taught me
Was to make alliances
Within the diocese
Find those who might assist me in getting what I′d need
After weeks of hanging around, awaiting arty types
'Boris DePfeffel′ said he, by way of introduction
'Want to join the chaps and I at a private function?'
′Charmed′ said I, 'Who are these chums?′
All the toffs round here pretend that they are in the slums
The buller boys said he
In a fuller voice, come see
He put a choice to me
And I couldn't hoist a plea
Against pulling up a seat with the fully fledged elite
So I put a plan to he that his band should include Mr.B
He asked ′What do you do?'
′I'm a Gentleman Rhymer' I proclaimed
′I′ve heard of you' said he
Then my position was explained
You want to raise hell, be placed well
But here′s the rub
They don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
I have the relevant qualities to be a buller boy
I am disrespectful to those in my employ
I can smash up a lamp, or slash on a tramp
Take cash for questions when I should be sectioned
Have my CV espoused, by buck house
Use my reading for party leading
I can take a bung, but watch my tongue
Use cricket as a front
For being rather blunt
Take the spoils
Without a day of toil
Even then they won′t let me be their foil
Now Boris knew his classics, but was clearly simple
Dave inspired desire, but just to punch him in his dimples
His gait was airy fairy and his fans unsound
And little Georgie never even bought a round
Come to think of it, I didn't want their jobs
And why would Mr.B hang around with such nobs?
You can listen to The Smiths
But that′s far from the pith
I'm heading for a snub
And they don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
My trouser′s are sharp and my tie is neat
But still Mr.B is far too street
And they don′t allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
Now it's all gone bad
I′m more than glad
Our leader is a dud
And they don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
The lyrics to Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer's song "They Don't Allow Rappers in the Bullingdon Club" tell the story of the singer's desire to be part of the elite Bullingdon Club, a notorious dining club at the University of Oxford. The singer, who identifies himself as a Gentleman Rhymer, describes his longing for something naughty and his haughty nature, which he believes he learned from his education. He then meets a man named Boris DePfeffel, who invites him to join the Bullingdon Club. The singer puts forth his plan to be included, but Boris questions his suitability, leading to the revelation that they don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon Club.
The song satirizes the exclusivity and elitism associated with the Bullingdon Club and the narrow definition of what is considered acceptable or respectable within certain social circles. The singer, as a rapper, represents an art form and culture that is typically excluded from these elite spaces. The lyrics also criticize the individuals associated with the club, including Boris DePfeffel, who is likely a reference to Boris Johnson, and his fellow members, whom the singer disdains for their lack of substance and questionable behavior.
Overall, the song highlights the singer's feeling of exclusion and highlights the absurdity and hypocrisy in the club's strict rules and standards.
Line by Line Meaning
Higher education, a suitable term
Attending university, a term that implies sophistication and advancement
When I was in my cap and gown little did I learn
Despite graduating, I gained little practical knowledge
Working not my forte, I longed for something naughty
I wasn't inclined towards labor, I yearned for something rebellious
By nature I was haughty, and one thing that school had taught me
I naturally had an arrogant disposition, and school taught me the value of forming alliances
Was to make alliances
To form connections with influential people
Within the diocese
Amongst prestigious and exclusive circles
Find those who might assist me in getting what I'd need
Seek out individuals who could help fulfill my desires
After weeks of hanging around, awaiting arty types
Spending considerable time loitering, hoping to encounter creative-minded individuals
I chanced upon a blond scruff spouting utter tripe
I stumbled upon a disheveled individual babbling nonsense
'Boris DePfeffel' said he, by way of introduction
He introduced himself as 'Boris DePfeffel'
'Want to join the chaps and I at a private function?'
'Would you like to join my friends and me for an exclusive event?'
'Charmed' said I, 'Who are these chums?'
'Delighted,' I responded, 'Who are these friends?'
All the toffs round here pretend that they are in the slums
The wealthy elites around here masquerade as if they come from humble backgrounds
The buller boys said he
He referred to his friends as the 'Bullingdon boys'
In a fuller voice, come see
With a more confident tone, he invited me to witness
He put a choice to me
He presented me with a proposition
And I couldn't hoist a plea
I couldn't resist accepting
Against pulling up a seat with the fully fledged elite
To join the upper-class elites
So I put a plan to he that his band should include Mr.B
I proposed to him that his group should include me, Mr.B
He asked 'What do you do?'
He inquired about my occupation
'I'm a Gentleman Rhymer' I proclaimed
'I'm a Gentleman Rhymer,' I proudly declared
'I've heard of you' said he
'I am familiar with your work,' he responded
Then my position was explained
Then I clarified my role and intentions
You want to raise hell, be placed well
You desire to cause chaos while also being in positions of power
But here's the rub
Here is the problem
They don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
They prohibit the presence of hip-hop artists in the Bullingdon club
I have the relevant qualities to be a buller boy
I possess the necessary qualities to be a member of the Bullingdon club
I am disrespectful to those in my employ
I show no respect towards those who work for me
I can smash up a lamp, or slash on a tramp
I have the ability to break a lamp or harm a homeless person
Take cash for questions when I should be sectioned
I accept money in exchange for answering inquiries when I should be institutionalized
Have my CV espoused, by buck house
My curriculum vitae is promoted by influential individuals
Use my reading for party leading
I exploit my education to lead political parties
I can take a bung, but watch my tongue
I can accept bribes, but I'm cautious with my language
Use cricket as a front
I utilize cricket as a facade
For being rather blunt
To justify my straightforwardness
Take the spoils
Reap the rewards
Without a day of toil
Without working hard
Even then they won't let me be their foil
Yet, they refuse to accept me as their counterpart
Now Boris knew his classics, but was clearly simple
Boris had knowledge of classical subjects, but lacked complexity
Dave inspired desire, but just to punch him in his dimples
Dave incited a desire, but only to physically assault him
His gait was airy fairy and his fans unsound
His manner of walking was whimsical, and his supporters were unreliable
And little Georgie never even bought a round
Small Georgie never even paid for a round of drinks
Come to think of it, I didn't want their jobs
Upon reflection, I realized I didn't desire their positions
And why would Mr.B hang around with such nobs?
And why would I, Mr.B, associate myself with such snobbish individuals?
You can listen to The Smiths
You are allowed to listen to The Smiths
But that's far from the pith
But that doesn't represent the essence
I'm heading for a snub
I am destined for rejection
And they don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
And hip-hop artists are not welcome in the Bullingdon club
My trousers are sharp and my tie is neat
My trousers are well-tailored and my tie is perfectly arranged
But still Mr.B is far too street
However, Mr.B's urban influence is still too apparent
And they don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
And hip-hop artists are not welcome in the Bullingdon club
Now it's all gone bad
Now everything has taken a turn for the worse
I'm more than glad
I am more than pleased
Our leader is a dud
Our leader is completely ineffective
And they don't allow rappers in the Bullingdon club
And hip-hop artists are not welcome in the Bullingdon club
Contributed by Lincoln L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.