Here they are together again, Nobody under thirty, Prowling around the fancy food With slobbering Uncle Bertie. Round and round the Christmas tree, Everyone so refined,
Why don't you settle for Malcolm, He will make you safe, He will give you security In a warm suburban place, (By the way dear, property's still cheap In Sidcup or Watford).
If you are in a fix, I advise you to go and see Mrs. Walker. Mucky she may be, But she'll always help a girl Out of a stew, Sing pennyroyal, tansy and rue. She asks you no questions,
Your fire breathes on the battlements of the grate, The smudge of a dark cat's Crouched in front where you sit; Time is halfway late, You escape, effortlessly escape,