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I revised the lyrics and they should be pretty much all correct now (January 2019) except for the glorious half-comprehensible aristobabble.

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... I had the most extraordinary experience...
something to do with sun...couldn't understand myself, really

You know, quite for no reason
I'm here for the season
And high as a kite
Living in error
With Maud at Cap Ferrat
Which couldn't be right
Everyone's here, and frightfully gay
Nobody cares what people say
Now though the Riviera
Is really much queerer
Than Rome at its height
On Wednesday night
I went to a marvellous party
With Nunu and Nada and Nell
It was in the fresh air
And we went as we were,
And we stayed as we were
Which was hell
Poor Grace started singing at midnight,
And she didn't stop singing 'til four
We knew the excitement was bound to begin
When Laura got blind on Dubonnet and gin
And scratched her veneer with a Cartier pin
I couldn't have liked it more, honestly

I've been to a marvelous party
We played the most wonderful game:
Maureen disappeared
And came back in a beard
And we all had to guess at her name - imagine!
Old Cecil good old Cecil arrived wearing armour
Some shells and a black feather boa
Poor Millicent wore a surrealist comb
Made of bits of mosaic from
St. Peter's in Rome
But the weight was so great
that she had to go home
And I couldn't have liked it more, honestly

It was the most fabulous sight... I've never seen such carrying-on... obviously it couldn't happen anywhere else but on the Riviera... it was most peculiar

You know, people's behaviour
Away from Belgravia
Would make you aghast
So much variety
Watching society
Scampering past
You know, if you have any mind at all,
Gibbon's divine "Decline And Fall"
Sounds pretty flimsy
No more than a whimsy
By way of contrast
On Wednesday last
I went to a marvelous party

I must say, I must say, the fun was intense;
We all had to do
What the people we knew
Might be doing a hundred years hence
Can you beat it?
We talked about growing old gracefully,
And Elsie who's seventy-four
Said, "A) it's a question
of being sincere,
And B) If you're supple
You've got nothing to fear"
Then she swung upside-down from a glass chandelier
I couldn't have liked it more

I've been to a marvellous party
We didn't sit down to dinner til ten
You know, young Bobby Carr
Did a stunt at the bar
With a lot of extraordinary men
Poor Frieda arrived with a turtle
Which shattered us all to the core
And then the duchess passed out
at a quarter to three
And suddenly Cyril cried
"Fiddle-de-dee!",
Then he ripped off his trousers
And jumped in the sea
I couldn't have liked it more!

I've been to a marvelous party
Elise made an entrance with May
You'd never have guessed
From her fisherman's vest
That her bust had been whittled away
Poor Lulu got fried on Chianti
And talked about esprit de corps
Louise made a couple of passes at Gus
And Freddie, who hates any kind of a fuss,
Did half the Big Apple and
twisted his truss
Ha ha
I couldn't have liked it more
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