Spilt Tea

I'm trying not to cause offense
Everything I say
A bit of niceness, more politeness
Wouldn't go astray
And as way of recompense
The next drink is on me
In the garden
Beg your pardon
Oh I've spilt my tea

Go to see the village of the tiny little men
Being polite
Flying your kite
Playing in your den
Let's have an adventure
Take a drive out to the sea
Or darling, come on
Trip to London
Oh I've spilt my tea

I want to take the cheeses out on the summer breeezes
Eating a picnic in the park

Breaking out the ginger ale and pimms for you and me
Take a wicket
Just not cricket
6 is in the tree
7 cones of ice cream
Take a boat and, sailless, sail
Up the Thames and back again
Don't spill your ginger ale

I knew to pack this shandy
I knew it'd come in handy on a sunny day like this
I'd like to see you trump it
A little tea and crumpet
Quiet living in the hiss