Garden Party

Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play, Social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers, Edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber, Time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still Cam waters Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again Oh God not again, not again Apertifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow, (May I be so bold as to suggest Othello) Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say Beagling on the downs Oh please come they say Rugger is the tops a game for men they say (They say) Thank God they say I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking So welcome, it's a party Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too Chitters chat and gossips lash Posers pose pressmen flash, flash, flash Smiles polluted with false charm, locking onto Royal arms, Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say Garden party held today they say Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say --- Garden Party - Marillion