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 Harrold 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 Dm C Bflat A G# G Maid Marion on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from the shell,
Pulling mussels from the shell
Shrinking in the sea so cold, Topless ladies look away
A he-man in a sunken shower, Shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat, To pose around the harbor bar
And when the sun goes out to bed, You hook it up behind the car
But behind the Chalet, My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell Dm C Bflat A G# G Maid Marion on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from the shell,
Pulling mussels from the shell
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
But behind the Chalet, My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell Dm C Bflat A G# G Maid Marion on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from the shell,
Pulling mussels from the shell (2X and end)
I saw this in the archive and it was so confusing I was motivated to help it out, I think the words are correct, but more important, I believe the chords are in the right place.
This is a cool song, so enjoy. Mike Makarov
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written by Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford, from the 1980 album "Argybargy." Difford and Tilbrook often perform this song acoustic -- in fact, I started playing it after seeing them on an early "Unplugged" before it got trendy with big stars. Note: I use G# and climb back down to G on the chorus, but on TV they played a different chord which I couldn't figure out visually. Also, they skip the solo and go straight to the last verse...Enjoy!
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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 Harrold 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 Marion on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from the shell,
Pulling mussels from the shell
Shrinking in the sea so cold, Topless ladies look away
A he-man in a sunken shower, Shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat, To pose around the harbor bar
And when the sun goes out to bed, You hook it up behind the car
But behind the Chalet, My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marion on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from the shell,
Pulling mussels from the shell
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
