Pulling mussels

They do it down on camber sands,
they do 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

shrinking in the sea so cold
topless ladies look away
a he-man in asudden 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 tiptoed feet
pulling mussels from a shell.
Two fat ladies window shop
somethingfor 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`s he`s gone away
down to next door 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.