| Pulling Mussels (From the Shell) |
| 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 tiptoe 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 harbour 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 tiptoe feet Pulling mussels from the shell Pulling mussels from the shell Two fat ladies window shop Something for the mantelpiece In for bingo all the nines A panda for sweet little niece Coach drivers stand about Looking at a local map About the boy he'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 tiptoe 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 tiptoe feet Pulling mussels from a shell Pulling mussels from a shell |