Garden Party (Live)

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
 Strafed 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