D A Am G D A Am G D Garden party held today A Invites call the debs to play Am Social climbers polish ladders G D Wayward sons again have fathers A Am G "Hello, Dad, hello, Dad" D Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers A Rudely wakened from their slumbers Am Time has come again for slaughter G D On the lawns by still Cam waters A Am G Cam slaughter, Cam slaughter A G D G Champagne corks are firing at the sun again A G D G Swooping swallows chased by violins again A G D G Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again A G D G D A Am G Again, oh God, not again D Aperitifs consumed en masse A Display their owners on the grass Am Couples loiter in the cloisters G D A Am G Social leeches quoting Chaucer D Doctor's son, a parson's daughter A Well, why not and should they oughta? Am Please don't lie upon the grass G D Unless accompanied by a fellow A Am G "May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello?" A G D G "Punting on the Cam is jolly fun," they say A G D G "Beagling on the downs, oh, please do come," they say A G D G "Rugger is the tops, a game for men," oh, they say A G D G They say, good God, they say D C G C D C G C D C G C D C G C D C G C D C G C D C G C D C I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking G C D C G C D C G C So welcome, it's a party D Angie chalks another blue C Mother smiles she did it too G Chitters chat and gossips lash C D C G C Posers pose, pressmen flash (flash, flash) flash (flash flash) flash D C Smiles polluted with false charm , locking on to Royal arms G C D C Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds G C Oh, what a crowd D C "Oh, punting on the Cam , oh, please do come," they say G C "Beagling on the downs, oh, please do come," they say D C "Garden party held today," they say G C D "Oh, please do come, oh, please do come," they say
