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 on the lawns by still cam waters, It's 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 ma**e display their owners on the gra** 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 upon the gra**, unless accompanied by a fellow, May i be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello, 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, they say, good god they say I'm punting, i'm beagling, i'm wining, reclining, i'm rucking, i'm f**ing, 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 on to royal arms, Society columns now ensured, returns to mingle with the crowds Oh what a crowd Oh, 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.