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