| They do it down on camber sands
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| They do it at waikiki
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| Lazing about the beach all day,
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| At night the crickets creepy
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| Squinting faces at the sky
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| A harold robbins paperback
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| Surfers drop their boards and dry
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| And everybody wants a hat
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| But behind the chalet
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| My holidays complete
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| And I feel like william tell
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| Maid marian on her tiptoed feet
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| Pulling mussels from a shell
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| Shrinking in the sea so cold
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| Topless ladies look away
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| A he-man in a sudden shower
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| Shelters from the rain
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| You wish you had a motor boat
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| To pose around the harbour bar
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| And when the sun goes off to bed
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| You hook it up behind the car
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| Two fat ladies window shop
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| Something for the mantelpiece
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| In for bingo all the nines
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| A panda for sweet little niece
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| The coach drivers stand about
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| Looking at a local map
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| About the boy hes gone away
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| Down to next doors caravan |