Arty-Farty Parties

 

At arty-farty parties they serve arty-farty snacks.

Such darling little canapés! They look like moulded wax.

And nasty grown-up fizzy drink that’s drunk in little sips.

Oh please will someone rescue me?

I just want curly chips!

 

At arty-farty parties all the guests are most polite.

It’s always ‘oh how interesting!’ and blah-blah-blah all night.

They use their napkins all the time and never lick their lips.

Oh please will someone rescue me?

I just want curly chips!

 

At arty-farty parties all the people seem the same.

They say ‘Why, how you’ve grown, my dear!’ and then forget your name.

These flirty-skirty ladies who do wiggles with their hips.

Oh please will someone rescue me?

I just want curly chips!

 

At arty-farty parties there’s not even one balloon.

No games – just boring chat chat chat. Oh can’t we go home soon?

But no, the snacks are here again, some blinis cut in strips.

Oh please will someone rescue me,

Yes please will someone rescue me

JUST COME AND FLIPPIN’ RESCUE ME!

I just want curly chips!

 

 

 

 

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