| Me holidays on the Southern Sands* |
| Trying to get some fun by way of one night stands… |
| I clocked this girl, thought I’d give her the chat — |
| One of them Swedish blonde types |
| And I’ve always fancied that. |
| I showed her me Polaroid. |
| She said «I like it, will you |
| Please take my picture?» |
| I say «Right then», thinking |
| This is gonna be me lucky day. |
| She whips off her bikini top |
| And I think «OK!» |
| I say «It only takes a minute |
| For this thing to develop.» |
| She says «I'd better push off now |
| Or me feller’ll be jealous.» |
| Just then I felt a hand on me collar, |
| And it was a Boy in Blue. |
| He says «You can’t take nude photographs on this beach,» |
| And «I'm arresting you.» |
| I protested me innocence, |
| But it was no use, the picture was forming; |
| He gave me the official warning that day. |
| He’d seen me Polaroid, |
| So what could I say? |
| I looked around, but she’d disappeared, |
| I say «You don’t understand, this was all her idea!» |
| But the copper says «Don't worry son, I get the picture OK.» |
| He took me Polaroid |
| And I got ten days. |