Marillion
Garden Party
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
Songtexte
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.
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