Nietzsche on the Beach

Mobile phone-shaped tan lines The fascist weekender I caught you preening on the beach Of Cornwall's oyster bars And all before the cameras A dirty one-legged dance Like Churchill in Afghanistan, you marched on in your pants As you spoke softly Slip those arms around me Belly fat and seaweed Burning on the beach So won't you stop explaining The foreigners invading Or why it's always raining It's all the same to me When I am by the sea So catch the crack of pigskin There's bacon on the lens A legacy we've pissed in sands Gone floating down the Thames A local lad who did good A pint held in your hand 'Cause when they threw the apple, boy You caught it like a champ But you spoke softly Slip those arms around me Belly fat and seaweed Burning on the beach So won't you stop explaining The foreigners invading Or why it's always raining It's all the same to me When I am by the sea But you spoke softly Slip those arms around me Belly fat and seaweed Burning on the beach So won't you stop explaining The foreigners invading Or why it's always raining It's all the same to me When I am by the sea