By the Sea - The Indelicates

It’s nice to be in England, sitting by the sea

It’s nice to taste the tannin film atop the tea

Proper manners, canary yellow flowers

Remember when the air was clear and we could run for hours

Oh la la la la la la la la

Pack the Thermos and the tongue

Put a tenner in the car

The grey outdoors, my still-beating heart

The taste of jams and potted meats

And sticky bags of boiled sweets

A chance to rest my aching feet

Oh everything’s so lovely by the sea

Its nice to be in England, staring at the sea

Its nice to tread the edges, stake the boundary

Pink slapped faces, pork pie hats

Pasty white and proud and there is nothing wrong with that

Oh la la la la la la la la

Pack the windbreak and the Vaseline

The video camera

Sandcastles, towers and ramparts

There’s something wicked in the woods

There’s something wicked in the woods

Wear the mask but show the goods

Pigs and foxes, phones and hoods

There’s something wicked in the woods

Oh everything’s so lovely by the sea

It’s nice to be in England, burning by the sea

(There's something wicked in the woods)

It’s nice to be secure in your nationality

(There's something wicked in the woods)

Pink slapped arses, bunion creams

And everybody knows exactly what the comment means

Oh la la la la la la la la

Flash the headlamps once

But keep the locks down in the car

Wall’s ice cream, Marks and Spencer’s bras

The stink of flesh and cigarettes

The Secret codes and etiquettes

The nasty jokes and idle threats

And barbecues and coal briquettes

And everyone here says the same

So why should I feel any shame?

And after all we’re not to blame

And everyone here says the same

And everyone here says the same

And don’t you know my fucking name?

And everybody round here says

That everything’s so lovely by the sea