Lyric On the Beach

On the Beach


(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood)

I don t care who s watching
Don t mind what the surfing heads might say
Although I may not be no Charlie Atlas
I m gonna take my shirt off anywayNow skin and bones sinks easy on the high tide
And I m not one for castles in the sand
I ve seen a girl I once knew from the East Side
I think I spy a bottle in her hand
I think I spy a bottle in her hand

I don t need to know your birthday
A fortunteller I don t claim to be
There s a place I know of called the Tip Top
Won t you come and take a walk with me
Won t you come and take a walk with me

Didn t take too much hard work to get her
Melted like a chocolate in my arms
If (?) had ever seen it better
It never did the scenery no harm
Never did the scenery no harm.