I walk the way you walk,
In fashionable circles.
And I talk the way you talk,
In fashionable circles.
In a fashionable crowd I've found
I'm almost always odd man out
And I frown & say I'm sorry,
Smashing party.
On night like these you're never up past 3, I know
And sometime after 4, two by two the boys & girls leave
Me dimly viewed, & framed with bottles, far from sleep.
If there's one thing you've taught me
It's how to throw a smashing party