The turn of the tide
the swell of the sea
the fizz of the foam
we're at the seaside yipee.

The brown fried onions
for the hamburger with red sauce
to steady one's nerves
on the crazy golf course.

The ride on the donkey
wearing a hat that says "kiss me quick"
Now the teeth are stuck together
it's the toffee apple on the stick.

Go on then just push one more penny
To see it topple the rest down and more
They say just one more will do it!
They say there are pennies galore.

Endless cups of English tea on a cold beach
A gale blowing behind the leaning wind break
But not one little moan do we hear
because it's a holiday for goodess sake.

Grandad has his knotted handkerchief
protecting his red, bald, shiny head.
Grandma is yawning in her creaking deckchair
ready for her nicely made bed.

The turn of the tide
and the swell of the sea.
Digging cold sand with a bucket and *****
to make a sandcastle or three.