| You’re having tea with Graham Greene
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| In the colored costume of your choice
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| And you’ll be thought in high esteem
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| If you’re seen in between
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| Stiffly holding umbrellas
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| Catching the fellows making the toast
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| To the civil servant Carruthers
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| Making the others worser than most
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| You’re making small talk now with the Queen
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| And the elegant ladies in waiting
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| You’re very nervous they can all tell
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| Pretty well they can tell
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| So save yourselves for the hounds of hell
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| They can have you all to themselves
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| Since the fashion now is to give away
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| All the things that you love so well
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| Oh welcome back to Chipping and Sodbury
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| You can have a second chance
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| It must all be like second nature
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| Cutting down the people where they stand
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| According to the latest score
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| Mr. Enoch Powell is a falling star
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| So in future please bear in mind
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| Don’t see clear, don’t see far
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| When the average social director
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| Mistakes a passenger for the conductor
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| It’s so shocking to see the old Church of E
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| Looking down on you and me
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| So welcome back to Chipping and Sodbury
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| You can have another chance
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| It must all be like second nature
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| Chopping down the people where they stand |