Pulling Mussels

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 hack

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 motorboat 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

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 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