Marillion - Garden Party lyrics

(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley, brian jelliman, diz minnitt)<br><br>Garden party held today<br>Invites call the debs to play<br>Social climbers polish ladders<br>Wayward sons again have fathers<br>Hello, dad!, hello, dad!<br><br>Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers<br>Rudely wakened from their slumbers<br>Time has come again for slaughter<br>On the lawns by still cam waters<br>It's a slaughter, it's a slaughter<br><br>Champagne corks are firing at the sun again<br>Swooping swallows chased by violins again<br>Straafed by strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again<br>Oh God not again!<br><br>Aperitifs consumed en masse display<br>Their owners on the grass<br>Couples loiter in the cloisters<br>Social leeches quoting chaucer<br>Doctor's son a parson's daughter<br>Where why not and should they oughta<br><br>Please don't lie upon the grass<br>Unless accompanied by a fellow<br>May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest othello<br>Punting on the cam is jolly fun they say<br>Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say<br>Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say<br>They say, good God they say<br><br>I'm punting<br>I'm beagling<br>I'm wining<br>Reclining<br>I'm rucking<br>I'm fucking<br>So welcome<br>It's a party<br><br>Angie chalks another blue<br>Mother smiles she did it too<br>Chitters chat and gossips lash<br>Posers pose, pressmen flash, flash<br>Smiles polluted with false charm<br>Locking on to royal arms<br>Society columns now ensured<br>Returns to mingle with the crowds<br>Oh what a crowd<br><br>Oh, punting on the cam<br>Oh please do come they say<br>Beagling on the downs<br>Oh please so come they say<br>Garden party held today they say<br>Oh please do come<br>Oh please do come, they say