Текст песни High Tide - OneNamedPeter

She lifts up her skirts like the whore of Babylon
Seaside, oh what a carry-on!
She gives it away like there's no tomorrow
Don't need to pay when you can beg and steal and borrow

She puts on her face like a painted jezebel
Different colour varnish on every fingernail
She camps it up like a pantomime dame
She's here on the pier, dreaming of fame

High tide, free ride
Everybody's gotta be satisfied
Piers, queers and cheap souvenirs
Punters come for just one day
And stay for 50 years

She's a terrible ham but her patter's well honed
She wants to be sandy but she's always too stoned

She opens her purse and purses her lips
Lips frame a curse as she swivels her hips
Bad goes to worse as she sips and she sips
Many a slip between cup and lip

High tide, free ride
Everybody's gonna be satisfied
Shore thing, she can dance and sing
Keep on spinning candyfloss
And you wont feel a thing

She pretends to be single as she sashays on the shingle
But actually she's hitched to the bore next door
Brighton and Hove, such a lovely couple

She lifts up her skirts and her tights are all ripped
Flips open another pack of John Player's tipped
Buy her a drink and tell her she's pretty
Give her your love but none of your pity

High tide, free ride
Everybody's gotta be satisfied
Piers, queers and cheap souvenirs
Punters come for just one day
And stay for 50 years

High tide, free ride
Everybody's gonna be satisfied
Shore thing, she can dance and sing
Keep on spinning candyfloss
And you wont feel a thing
You wont feel a thing
High tide
You wont feel a thing