Garden Party Lyrics

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Garden Party Lyrics

Track 4 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_

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.

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.

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 onto Royal arms,

  Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds

Oh what a crowd.