Camps Bay
Lazy Sunday morning in the corner of my room
Waiting for the moment when the sunshine does come through
It's summer time when things are fine, I must be on my way
Pack my bags to catch a town, let's go to Camps Bay
Busy Monday afternoon, I'm chilling at St Yves
Sipping on Pina Colada, catch a summer breeze
It's happy hour so good for now, I'm getting in the mood
To get my dancing shoes in line and strike up on the groove
Crazy Friday evening, the time is getting late
Blurry as a neon strip, I've lost all my best mates
I've been to the beach, I've been to the bar
I met a nice lady and she saw my nice car
Now it's time for me to get out of the trumpet's way
In Camps Bay
Where everything's ok
In Camps Bay
Where everything's ok
In Camps Bay
Where everything's ok
In Camps Bay
Where everything's ok