Beachball



Tonight's alive

The beachball is set to fly

Those well-tequilla'd guys

Who smile at strangers.



á tes souhaits

á tes amours chéri

You give a little sneeze and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba



This life is sweet.

You're dancin' in the street.

Who knows who we might meet?

You're too fine.



The little weekend's here.

Thursday has an ear.

Her coffee-clash career, she talks to strangers.



And kissing by the sea.

Particular to me.

'ti punch, mojito, sling and dance the rhu-rhu-rhu-rhu-rhumba.



This life is sweet.

You're dancin' in the street.

Who knows who, you and me

You're too fine.



We flash the seaside sky

With starfish butterflies

To cast a spell and

Welcome locals

Weekenders and strangers.



You're too fine.

You're too fine.

You're too fine.