Pulling Mussels (From The Shell)

They do it down on Camber Sands, they do it 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, 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 harbor 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, 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 who's gone away down the next doors 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, 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

Pulling mussels from a shell, pulling mussels from a shell