After "For I'm called Little Buttercup" from HMS Pinafore, by Gilbert and Sullivan
I like using power to make people cower
While plotting in matters of state
My staff I beguile with an insincere smile
Before sending them off to their fate
I've a ravishing profile and exquisite hairstyle
I adore an extravagant gown
In outfits risque
On stilettos, I sway
While contriving a rebel showdown
For I'm President Servalan
Totalitarian
Swathed in white velvets and furs
I'm smart and I'm glamorous
Sometimes quite amourous
Of men I'm a true conniosseuse.
I'm told I'm capricious
Old friends call me vicious
Whilst there's life there is threat's my maxim
Those who cross me, regret it, they end in a slave pit
I've had colleagues exiled on a whim
Now to Avon, let's say, my respects I convey
I've a Beaumes of impeccable vintage
I've glasses and corkscrew
His opinion I'd value
Not to drink it would be sacrilege
For I'm President Servalan
Never an also-ran
Graceful, exquisite, refined
I despatch each new rival
I vote for survival -
With Avon, if he's so inclined.