A time when the parties were bigger,
Shows broader and buildings were higher;
The morals were looser, the pace so much faster
And liquor a damn lot much cheaper.
Joie de vivre turned into an art,
Roaring age of smart motorcars;
Bathing parties and gossip, thrilling hunts, headline stunts
And a devil-may-care avant-garde.
A time of the decadent young,
Jazz, cocktails, nightclubs and flappers;
Shorter hair and skirts, debutantes, fancy dress,
Charleston shakes till the fat lady sung.