Pulling Mussels From a Shell Lyrics

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 a sudden 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 Something for the
mantel piece
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.