You say “Style” and I think…



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.