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