They do it down on camber sands they do it at waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day, all 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, pulling mussels from a shell
Shrinking in the sea so cold