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Of course I’ll come to your shindig, but only if you’re going to be there too. I wrote this in 1998 after I’d been to a lot of weddings. Listen with headphones.
Invitation
I’ve got an invitation,
I’m going to a garden party,
On a Saturday in June,
I’m rubbing shoulders with
The rich and famous glitterati,
I must present myself at noon,
And I’ll try hard not to stare
At the Queen, who may be there
Seated in a golden chair.
I’ve got an invitation,
Now I’m going to a wedding,
See the bride walk up the aisle
On her father’s arm and meanwhile
Mother’s eyes are shedding
Tears that trickle down despite her smile,
But the best man forgot the ring
And the choir couldn’t really sing,
And the vicar’s known to advocate sin.
Let me know if you are going to be there,
Oh I need to know,
So repondez s’il vous plait!
I’ve got an invitation,
Request the pleasure of my being,
At the Onion Peelers Ball
A well known annual event,
To be held on Friday evening,
At the old Oddfellow’s Hall,
A tradition of fifty years,
All the Peelers come from far and near,
But it always ends in tears.
Let me know if you are going to be there,
Oh I need to know,
So make that date sill vooz plate!
I’ve got an invitation,
And the chance of your acquaintance,
But I know I’ll have to wait in anticipation
‘Though I’m trying to learn patience,
I fear I’ve left it too late,
There’s nothing more for me to do,
As it all depends on you,
And if you’re invited too,
No there’s nothing else for me to do,
But comb my hair and shine my shoes
And hope that you’re invited too.
Image by CJW, pencil, felt tip and envelopes
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