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.