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
