| Lyrics: | The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early,
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet
near the fur.
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords.
Boasting of
the murder of the very hands that pour.
And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are
not bored.
And my shoulders had to shrug
As I crawl beneath the rug
And retune my
piano.
The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume,
She meets the
guests and smothers them with greetings.
And she asks |
