Pass Milord the Rooster Juice

(spoken intro)
Here is a song which I do not completely understand, and if I did I would be thoroughly ashamed of it. It concerns, again, a small news item about Barbara Cartland - who else? - who this time was advertising honey - what else? - and this time she was presenting honey as an aphrodisiac. The guest list was exclusively members of the aristocracy. Which struck me.

Gone are the old, bold, golden days
When the big hob-nobs were always on the rampage
Nobs today don't do the things they used
Pass milord the rooster juice

Our noble upper crust has got the crumbles
Their escutcheons are not gleaming quite so bright
Their rampant crests are withering and wilting
And it serves the cocky thoroughbreeders right
Oh no, oh no, no, Sir Jasper

Gone are the days when a hot and spunky duke
Could set the rafters ringing and the duchess whooping
The lordly lustre is faded and forlorn
Pass milord the powdered rhino horn

No more wild unbridling nights up at the chateau
No more jump and tumblings in the good old style
If tonight her ladyship should raise an eyebrow
His lordship would only raise a smile
Oh no, oh no, no, Sir Jasper

Gone are the days when a belting earl
Could gobble up a girl with a twirl of his moustachios
The lordly whiskers have got the dreaded droop
Pass milord the stallion soup

Pretty damsels will go sadly under-ravished
Gamekeepers will grow rusty in their prime
There'll be no more dramas on the bridge at midnight
How will the working classes pass the time?
Oh no, oh no, no, Sir Jasper

Gone are the olden, golden days of yore
When you could jam your jodhpur in a village maiden's doorway
The lordly riding boots don't glint the way they used
Pass milord, p-p-p-pass milord
P-p-p-pass p-pass milord the rooster juice