Tytuł: Garden party

• Wykonawca: Marillion
• Wyświetleń: 257

  
   Garden party held today
  Invites call the debs to play
  Social climbers polish ladders
  Wayward sons again have fathers
  Hello, Dad, hello, dad
  Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers
  Rudely wakened from their slumbers
  Time has come again for slaughter
  O on the lawns by still Cam waters
  A slaughter, it's a slaughter
  
  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
  
  Aperitifs 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
  W where why not and should they oughta
  Please don't lie upon the grass
  Unless accompanied by a fellow
  May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello
  
  Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say
  Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say
  Rugger is the tops, a game for men 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
  
  Smiles polluted with false charm, locking on to Royal arms
  Society columns now ensured, returns 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.