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.