Beauty On The Beach - Hugh Cornwell

She emerges like Ursula from Dr. No

Me I’m her James I’m the double O

We have an understanding

We fly together and avoid crashlanding

There’s only one day left in paradise

But it takes two days to acclimatize

The palm tree leaves are waving

As I tune in to my Indian station

Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach

I realized there was nothing that I missed

She was there to provide her silent kiss

We had it all in spades

There was no time to be afraid

And overhead the bats were picking fruit

As we commerced in our birthday suits

The palm tree broom was sweeping

Away the blues there was no time for weeping

Beauty on the beach is suddenly within my reach