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
Surfers drop their boards and
dry
And everybody wants a hat
But behind the chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel
like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell
Shrinking in the sea so cold
Topless ladies look away
A he-man in a sudden shower
Shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat
To pose around the harbor
bar
And when the
sun goes off to bed
You hook it up behind the car
But behind the chalet
My holiday'
s complete
And I feel
like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed
feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell
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 who's gone away
Down to next door's caravan
But behind the chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel
like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed
feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell
But behind the chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel
like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell
