Why? WHY????
I bet I haven't heard it in at least a decade, yet it is plaguing me. And even worse: it contains lyrics that until this very day I have never known what the heck they were. So as this song replays on its crazy continual loop, and as the faux lyrics I have made up in my head for 20 years play on (I really thought the word "stinky" was in here somewhere - but its "Waikiki"), I decided to look up the lyrics in the hopes of exorcising this tune from my already-overbooked brain.
Remember the days of rewinding your cassette tape over and over again to write down the lyrics to songs? Assuming you could tell what the lyrics were by listening, of course : )
Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)
They do it down on camber sands
They do it at Waikiki (note: NOT "STINKY")
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
Two fat ladies window shop
Something for 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 he's gone away
Down to next door's caravan
They do it at Waikiki (note: NOT "STINKY")
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
Two fat ladies window shop
Something for 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 he's gone away
Down to next door's caravan
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