Old song seems to fit the times

He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found himHis blood ran as he cried
No money could save him So he laid down and he died
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was