verse
Strolling along, minding my own business
Well, there goes a girl and a half
She's got me going up and down
She's got me going up and down
verse
Well, I got the notion, girl
That you got some sun-tan lotion in that bottle of yours
Spread it all over my peelin' skin, baby
All this skirt, lappin' up the sun, lap me up
Why don't you come on and lap me up?
bridge
Oh shit, there goes the charabanc!
Looks like I'm gonna be stuck here the whole summer
I can think of a lot worse places to be
Like down in the streets or down in the sewer
Or even on the end of a skewer
outro
Down on the beaches, just look at all the peaches
Down on the beaches, just look at all the brown bodies
Down on the beaches, just look at all the sunglasses
Down on the beaches, just look at all the peaches
Down on the beaches, just look at all the peaches
Down on the beaches, just look at all the peaches
Writer(s): Hugh Alan Cornwell, Brian John Duffy, David Greenfield, Jean Jacques Burnel