They do it down on Camber SandsThey do it at WaikikiLazing about the beach all day,At night the crickets creepySquinting faces at the skyA Harold Robbins paperbackSurfers drop their boards and dryAnd everybody wants a hatBut behind the chaletMy holiday's completeAnd I feel like William TellMaid Marian on her tiptoed feetPulling mussels from a shellPulling mussels from a shellShrinking in the sea so coldTopless ladies look awayA he-man in a sudden showerShelters from the rainYou wish you had a motor boatTo pose around the harbor barAnd when the sun goes off to bedYou hook it up behind the carBut behind the chaletMy holiday's completeAnd I feel like William TellMaid Marian on her tiptoed feetPulling mussels from a shellPulling mussels from a shellTwo fat ladies window shopSomething for the mantelpieceIn for bingo all the ninesA panda for sweet little nieceThe coach drivers stand aboutLooking at a local mapAbout the boy who's gone awayDown to next door's caravanBut behind the chaletMy holiday's completeAnd I feel like William TellMaid Marian on her tiptoed feetPulling mussels from a shellPulling mussels from a shellBut behind the chaletMy holiday's completeAnd I feel like William TellMaid Marian on her tiptoed feetPulling mussels from a shellPulling mussels from a shell