Fish - Garden Party Lyrics
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 slumbersTime has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still cam waters,Its a slaughter, its a slaughterChampagne corks are firing at the sun againSwooping swallows chased by violins againStraafed by straussThey sulk in crumbling eaves again, oh God not again!Aperitifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grassCouples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting chaucerDoctors son, a parsons daughter where, why not and should they oughtaPlease dont lie upon the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello, perhaps suggest othelloPunting on the cam is jolly fun they sayBeagling on the downs, oh please do come they sayRugger is the tops, a game for men they say, they say, good God they sayIm punting, Im beagling, Im wining, reclining, Im rucking, Im *****ing, so welcome, its a partyAngie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it tooChitters 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 crowdsOh what a crowdOh, punting on the cam, oh please do come they sayBeagling on the downs, oh please so come they sayGarden party held today they say, oh please do come,Oh please do come, they say.
