I do love to be beside the seaside

Sandy towels in windbreaker camps

Radios play subdued amps

Children paddle up to the knee

I do like being beside the sea

Children running hand in hand

Love letters written in the sand

I’ll be yours eternally

Oh, I do like being beside the sea

Happy Hour four till seven

Parasolled drinkers in seventh heaven

Full English guest house no vacancy

I do like being beside the sea

Jellyfish and razor clams

Sun bronzed mums push crying prams

Is there fish and chips for tea

Oh, I do like being beside the sea

Half-buried dads, sea filled moats

Buckets spades inflatable boats

Ball chasing dogs running free

I do like being beside the sea

Broken bucket an abandoned spade

A parasol that can’t give shade

A broken cup from thermos of tea

Oh I do like being beside the sea

Long lost shoe from a holiday shop

On its own. Is it flip or flop

Right or left is that the key

I do like being beside the sea

Fishing from the harbour wall

Dry robed swimmers excited call

I would rather them than me

I do like being beside the sea

Candy floss and melting ices

Rubber rings at inflated prices

Doughnuts, scones a cream tea

Oh, I do like being beside the sea

Strolls along the esplanade

Excited cries from the penny arcade

Trip round the island leaves at three

I do like being beside the sea

Strutting seagull’s plaintive call

Fishing boats lean on harbour wall

Crazy golfers on the tee

I do like being beside the sea

Viking Forties Irish Sea

Portsmouth Mallin Cromarty

Seeking seaside shelter’s lee

All part of being beside the sea