Largs (Long)

So who cares if nothing
Comes out of this morning
But an earful of sea and a neck-full of sun
And a deckchair always broken
When sunbathed upon

Each of us is as backwards
At coming forwards
Silence from me
Whilst you're keeping schtum
My mind's still as blank
As that postcard we've barely begun

So would you look at this gang
How we all burst forth at sun up
From our caravan parks
Whilst the kids are going mental
Kicking up sand I shall take this chance
To slope off, find the queen of ice-creams
I shall ask her to dance
While she dithers with her wafers
99 is the number of my knockbacks

The water here doesn't get any warmer
She won't let me get anything near her
I'm just looking for a bandstand
Holiday only romance
Or at least share a slider
While sitting beside her
I'll kid on I'm rich, kid on I'm older and wiser
Kid I'm foreign
Maybe kid on I'm only from Largs

So would you look at this gang
How we all burst forth at sun up
From our caravan parks
Whilst the kids are going mental kicking up sand
They're kicking up sand

So would you look at this gang
How we all burst forth at sun up
From our caravan parks
Whilst the kids are going mental
Kicking up sand I shall take this chance
To slope off, find the queen of ice-creams
I shall ask her to dance
While she dithers with her wafers
99 is the number of my knockbacks