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