They do it down on camber sands They do it at waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day,
At night the crickets creepy Squinting faces at the sky A harold robbins paperback
And everybody wants a hat
Surfers drop their boards and dry But behind the chalet My holidays complete And I feel like william tell Maid marian on her tiptoed feet Pulling mussels from a shell Shrinking in the sea so cold Topless ladies look away A heShelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat
To pose around the harbour bar And when the sun goes off to bed You hook it up behind the car Two fat ladies window shop Something for the mantelpiece
In for bingo all the nines A panda for sweet little niece
The coach drivers stand about
Looking at a local map About the boy hes gone away Down to next doors caravan.
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