Jayavani Aunty in Saree Village Gorgeous

I'm going up the pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flow.
The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the Village Hotel
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister village.

 I'm going up the pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sardines and see our Aunty Flow.
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the Village Hotel
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister village.

 The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea
and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea.

 The politicians there who've come to take the air
while posing for the daily press
will look around and blame the mess
on Edward Bear.

 There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves.
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.