Country Club

From the flushed cheeks of the powdered women
And their cock-eyed men
It ended my head
They'd all being screwing
While dressing for dinner

Every room had a wall-mounted sink
And a mottled, and mildewed hunting scene
The widowed baroness sat on her isms
Like a dodo hatching a Fabergé egg

Under the table
Many hands went a-wall
To wash down the snotty oysters
I swigged the lemony scent in the finger bowl

Hoo-ooh
Hoo-ooh
Hoo-ooh
Slaying

Hoo-ooh
Hoo-ooh
Hoo-ooh
Slaying

A string quartet sword through
I am the walrus
Some retired to the billiard room
Or took to the terrace for coffee and Cognac
Other smokes skunk in the swimming pool

Hoo-ooh
Hoo-ooh

Pinned hairdos and strapless shoulders (hoo-ooh)
Floated on lily pads of silken ball gowns (hoo-ooh)
(Slaying)

Gentlemen in white shirts and black tail coats
Were killer whales crossed with deformed tadpoles (hoo-ooh)
Hoo-ooh
(Slaying)

Your little pinky hovered over the shrimp fork
Then counterbalanced the gilded teacup



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Pearson, Richard Walters, Simon Armitage
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