Stroke a cloud of eiderdown when you choose
To dress up in your parents clothes, sunny cruise
Then you have to wave goodbye to croquet greens
Brighton beach and fly
With my hardback book in hand
And my sandwiches of ham
Sunday afternoon in Belgrave Square
Conduct yourself an orchestra in the park
Play a game of dominoes in the dark
Say you'll mow the lawn sometime
Find a saint, study him and mime
With my castle in the sand
And my subjects close at hand
Sunday afternoon in Belgrave Square
Won the premium bonds today, lucky me
Dowy Jones has found a friend, a friend indeed
Can I have a second light?
My cigarette was blown out by the night
With my friends surrounding me
I should smile most happily
Sunday afternoon in Belgrave Square
With my friends surrounding me
I should smile most happily
But I'd rather spend my afternoon with you