Way back in the distant mists of time

The nineteen eighties as I remember

I was working at the Dorchester hotel 

On the banquet bar in late December 

It was a black tie corporate affair 

Guest of honour was the Duke indeed

In the crystal room I manned the VIP bar

Catering to our distinguished guests needs

My instructions were to prepare a tray 

With a selection of drinks here goes

Up I strode to present my creations 

A martini cocktail he eagerly chose

For half an hour the guests they mingled 

Drinks were replenished the Dukes too

The toastmaster marched in gavel in hand

Dinner was duly announced with no hullabaloo

Etiquette was followed as a matter of fact

As the M.C. to the ballroom he walked them through 

Drinks were hastily finished as the prince quipped

"Come on you chaps stop slumming it" that's true

The royal protection they waited around 

I had the opportunity to engage them in chat

Until dinner was done they just killed time

I was told he liked the ladies and that was that 

After dinner he and his chums they returned 

Brandy and port consumed cigars they burned 

I was just a small part of royal history 

That's the story of the Duke and me