Graham Greene

You're having tea with Graham Greene In a colored costume of your choice And you'll be held in high esteem If you're seen in between Stiffly holding umbrellas Catching the fellows making the toast To the civil servant Carruthers Making the others worser than most You're making small talk now with the Queen And the elegant ladies in waiting You're very nervous they can all tell Pretty well they can tell So save yourselves for the hounds of hell They can have you all to themselves Since the fashion now is to give away All the things you love so well Welcome back to Chipping and Sodbury You can have another chance It must all seem like second nature Chopping down the people where they stand According to the latest score Mr. Enoch Powell is falling star