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,
Though the Riviera
Seems really much queerer
Than Rome at it's height,
Yesterday night —

I’ve been to a marvellous party
With Nounou 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 didn't stop singing till 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.

I’ve been to a marvellous party,
I must say the fun was intense
We all had to do
What the people we knew
Would be doing a hundred years hence.
Dear 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,
I couldn't have liked it more!

                         People's behavior
                         Away from Belgravia
                         Would make you aghast.
                         So much variety
                         Watching society
                         Scampering past.
                         If you have any mind at all
                         Gibbon's divine Decline and Fall
                         Seems pretty flimsy,
                         No more than a whimsy,
                         By way of contrast
                         On Saturday last —

I’ve been to a marvellous party
We didn't start dinner till ten,
And young Bobbie Carr
Did a stunt at the bar
With a lot of extraordinary men.
Dear Baba arrived with a turtle
Which shattered us all to the core,
The Grand Duke was dancing a foxtrot with me
When suddenly Cyril screamed “Fiddledidee,"
And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea
I couldn't have liked it more.

               I’ve been to a marvellous 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.
               Maurice 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,
               I couldn't have liked it more!

I’ve been to a marvellous party,
We played the most wonderful game,
Maureen disappeared,
And came back in a beard,
And we all had to guess at her name!
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 nothing to fear,’
Then she swung upside down from a glass chandelier,
I couldn't have liked it more!