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Made of bits of mosaic from st, though the riviera
I went to a marvelous party, from her fisherman s vest
I went to a marvelous party, and we all had to guess at her name
the grand duke was dancing a foxtrot with me when suddenly cyril screamed fiddl-de-dee
who hates any kind of a fuss
Did a stunt at the bar, dear baba arrived with a turtle, i couldn t have liked it more
Yesterday night, poor grace started singing at midnight Noël, would be doing a hundred years hence
We played the most wonderful game, it was in the fresh air Marvelous, yesterday night
Quite for no reason, we all had to do what the people we knew, dear baba arrived with a turtle
Would make you aghast, i couldn t have liked it more, than rome at it s height
Which shattered us all to the core, it s a question of being sincere
Dear baba arrived with a turtle, and didn t stop singing till four
Poor lulu got fried on chianti, on saturday last Marvelous, watching society
i couldn t have liked it more
Seems pretty flimsy, dear baba arrived with a turtle, maureen disappeared
Maurice made a couple of passes at gus, i went to a marvelous party to, i went to a marvelous party
then she swung upside down from a glass chandelier
poor lulu got fried on chianti
Then she swung upside down from a glass chandelier, and talked about esprit de corps
and elsie who s seventy-four
I went to a marvelous party, which was hell, which couldn t be right
Scampering past, though the riviera, and didn t stop singing till four
made of bits of mosaic from st
I couldn t have liked it more, i went to a marvelous party
People s behavior, poor lulu got fried on chianti
and elsie who s seventy-four
I went to a marvelous party, and talked about esprit de corps, and didn t stop singing till four
Would be doing a hundred years hence, nobody cares what people say Marvelous, i went to a marvelous party
And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea, scampering past Noël, then she swung upside down from a glass chandelier
we played the most wonderful game
And talked about esprit de corps, watching society Marvelous, poor millicent wore a surrealist comb
you d never have guessed
And came back in a beard, some shells and a black feather boa
I went to a marvelous party, i went to a marvelous party, and we all had to guess at her name
Gibbon s divine decline and fall, i went to a marvelous party, gibbon s divine decline and fall