The family are gathered and we’ve asked the folks next door
so tonight we’re going to party like it’s 1964
Roll up the faded carpet, tune in your mum’s piano
and throw some groovy platters on the old Dansette
We’ll do the latest dance moves, the twist and mashed potato
and we’ll cha cha charge our way around the maisonette
Let’s pierce a party seven, pour Nan a port and lemon,
a Babycham for Ethel and your Dad will have a stout
There’s bottles of Corona, and Tizer for the kiddies
and bags of crisps to keep them quiet until the food comes out
We’ll get the party started with some dancing right away
Put your right arm in and knees up Mother Brown
Hands, knees and boompsadaisy, anytime you’re Lambeth way
as we conga round the phone box and halfway into town
Here comes the kitchen cohort now with Tupperware and tin foil
There’s meat and piccalilli, sausage rolls and things on sticks
There’s jellied eels and winkles, and fairy cakes with sprinkles
The trifle is delightful but the scones are hard as bricks
Now the best bit is beginning cause someone has started singing
the same old songs we’ve heard since we were small,
So don’t you dilly dally, not with Sally from our alley,
or underneath the arches, bless ‘em all
For wedding, birthday, funeral, the party was the same
For christening or royal jubilee
with family and friends we played the celebration game
But nowadays it’s only you and me
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