Marillion - Garden Party Lyrics
(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley, brian jelliman, diz minnitt)Garden party held todayInvites call the debs to playSocial climbers polish laddersWayward sons again have fathersHello, dad!, hello, dad!Edgy eggs and queuing cumbersRudely wakened from their slumbersTime has come again for slaughterOn the lawns by still cam watersIts a slaughter, its a slaughterChampagne corks are firing at the sun againSwooping swallows chased by violins againStraafed by strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves againOh God not again!Aperitifs consumed en masse displayTheir owners on the grassCouples loiter in the cloistersSocial leeches quoting chaucerDoctors son a parsons daughterWhere why not and should they oughtaPlease dont lie upon the grassUnless accompanied by a fellowMay I be so bold as to 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 sayThey say, good God they sayIm puntingIm beaglingIm winingRecliningIm ruckingIm *****ingSo welcomeIts a partyAngie chalks another blueMother smiles she did it tooChitters chat and gossips lashPosers pose, pressmen flash, flashSmiles polluted with false charmLocking on to royal armsSociety columns now ensuredReturns to mingle with the crowdsOh what a crowdOh, punting on the camOh please do come they sayBeagling on the downsOh please so come they sayGarden party held today they sayOh please do comeOh please do come, they say
