Sun and Fun - Song of a Night-Club Proprietress

I walked into the nightclub in the morning
There was Kummel on the handle of the door
The ashtrays were unemptied
The cleaning unattempted
And a squashed tomato sandwich on the floor

I pulled aside the thick magenta curtains
So Regency, so Regency, my dear
And a host of little spiders
Ran a race across the ciders
To a box of baby 'pollies by the beer

Oh sun upon the summergoing bypass
Where ev'rything is speeding to the sea
And wonder beyond wonder
That here where lorries thunder
The sun should ever percolate to me

When Boris used to call in his Sedanca
When Teddy took me down to his estate
When my nose excited passions
And my clothes were in the fashion
When my beaux were never cross if I was late

There was sun enough for lazing upon beaches
There was fun enough for far into the night;
But I'm dying now and done for
What on earth was all the fun for?
I am ill and old and terrified and tight