paroles de chanson Garden Party - Marillion
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
slumbers
Time
has
come
again
for
slaughter
O
on
the
lawns
by
still
Cam
waters
A
slaughter,
it′s
a
slaughter
Champagne
corks
are
firing
at
the
sun
again
Swooping
swallows
chased
by
violins
again
Straafed
by
Strauss
they
sulk
in
crumbling
eaves
again
Oh
God
not
again
Aperitifs
consumed
en
masse
Display
their
owners
on
the
grass
Couples
loiter
in
the
cloisters
Social
leeches
quoting
Chaucer
Doctor's
son
a
parson′s
daughter
W
where
why
not
and
should
they
oughta
Please
don't
lie
upon
the
grass
Unless
accompanied
by
a
fellow
May
I
be
so
bold
as
to
perhaps
suggest
Othello
Punting
on
the
Cam
is
jolly
fun
they
say
Beagling
on
the
downs,
oh
please
do
come
they
say
Rugger
is
the
tops,
a
game
for
men
they
say
I'm
punting,
I′m
beagling,
I′m
wining,
reclining,
I'm
rucking,
I′m
fucking
So
welcome,
it's
a
party
Angie
chalks
another
blue
Mother
smiles
she
did
it
too
Chitters
chat
and
gossips
lash
Posers
pose,
pressmen
flash
Smiles
polluted
with
false
charm,
locking
on
to
Royal
arms
Society
columns
now
ensured,
returns
to
mingle
with
the
crowds
Oh
what
a
crowd
Punting
on
the
Cam,
oh
please
do
come
they
say
Beagling
on
the
downs,
oh
please
so
come
they
say
Garden
party
held
today
they
say
Oh
please
do
come,
oh
please
do
come,
they
say.
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