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