| (derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley, brian jelliman, diz minnitt) | |
| 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 | |
| On the lawns by still "cam" waters | |
| It's 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 | |
| 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 | |
| They say, good god 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, 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 | |
| Oh, 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 |