The beachcombers are by the sculpture
Metal detectors in their hands
I walk across the pebbles to the sculpture
Not though to the sound of marching bands
It's what I've heard called a shingle beach
Where you have to walk in single file
It's not safe to be caught coyly holding hands
Rather Plus-Fours could be your chosen style
They'd have them in the gentleman's outfitters
And, to be honest, you'd look rather grand
What with the Barbour, and the Burberry
And the shooting stick with which to stand
