| 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 cricket’s 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, my holiday’s 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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| 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 harbor 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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| But behind the chalet, my holiday’s 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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| Pulling mussels from a shell
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| Two fat ladies window shop
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| Something for the mantelpiece
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| Everything
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| A panda for sweet little niece
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| Coach drivers stand about
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| Looking at a local map
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| About the boy who’s gone away
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| Down to next door’s caravan
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| But behind the chalet, my holiday’s complete
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| And I feel like William Tell
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| 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
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| Pulling mussels from a shell
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| Pulling mussels from a shell |