Call me darling, you'll be glad
I've had the invitation of the year
Let's get squiffy, let's be wild
Let's behave like the devil's child
All the fallen angels will be here,
We could be drinking gin right through to dawn,
we'll be tighter than a croquet lawn
then we'll be lit up like a
It sounds so smashing, it can't be true,
so come and be my ingenue
We never want to miss this ballyhoo
So don't stand waiting, get on board
Miss the boat and we'll be ignored
Now we're in his manor, praise the
If you come for style and grace,
chance to hit the ground,
See them as they topple in the pool
Don't stand waiting, get on board
Miss the boat and we'll be ignored
Now we're in a spanner, praise the
We'll be tighter than a croquet lawn
then we'll be lit up like a
That's quite enough of that!
Now the party's come to life
There's the vicar, and his wife