Back To Herne Bay Front – Caravan – letras

Down here on Herne Bay front, the weather’s not too goodThere’s not a lot of crumpet, and the fish and chips are greasyMy mates and I are working days and sometimes nightsSixteen-track recording, though our tiny hands are frozenDown here on Herne Bay front, the summer season’s goneBut the ‘Bingo’ is still open, and there’s always roller-skatingBut if you feel weak, a drive down to the ‘Dolphin’ for a wee drinkA touch of old ‘Peculiar’ helps me thinkDown here at Herne Bay front, on promenades ‘stroll-on’While the kids stop space invaders, fishermen in ‘waders’ hunt ragwormsDown here on Herne Bay front, there’s eels and liquor piesIn ‘The Sunset’ in the morning, four cups of tea they’re pouringHere in Herne BayThe bed and breakfast ladies are out all dayThe slickest thing is oil out in ‘The Bay’Back to Herne Bay frontAbove ‘Rancheros’ caff, back to Herne Bay frontIt’s not Hotel California, only electric bar-fires warm youDown here on Herne Bay Front, the ‘Rangoon’ has closed downCurry and chips right out the question, topless girls give indigestionHere in Herne BayIn the ‘Divers Arms’ you’ll find them all on displayEven traffics wardens drink there – hip hip hooray!Back to front Herne Bay