Pulling Mussels (From The Shell)

They do it down on Camber Sands
They do it at Waikiki
They sing about the beach all day and night
That really is creepy
Squinting faces at the sky
A Harold Robbins paperback
Silver's dropping for to dry
And everybody wants a hat

But behind the chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Made Marion on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

Drinking 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 motorboat
To pose around the harbour 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
Made Marion on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

Two fat ladies window shop
Something for the mantelpiece
In for bingo all the night
Suspended for sweet little niece
Girls try to stand about
The piano local man
About the boy who's gone away
Down to next door's caravan

But behind the chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Made Marion on her tiptoe 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
Made Marion on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell