Friday morning on the seafront
Ocean liners on the ocean line
Out there are the Channel Islands
The accident soon became the design
Once again to thinking of setting sail
Or of boarding the thirty-minute flight
Such is the hopeless old romantic
With his penchant for second sight
The hearing is the hearing is the hearing
Away from most of all distraction
With the foretaste of nights of satin
This item craves signs of satisfaction
For stories of hotel bedrooms
With birthday parties for the girls
Step after step down the catwalk
Her smile for your life seriously unfurls
