Pulling Muscles (From a Shell) Songtext
von Head Automatica

They do it down on Camisines, they do it at Waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day and night, the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky, a Harold Robbins paperback
Surfers drop their boards and dry, and everybody wants a hat

But behind the chalet, my holiday′s complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

Shrinking in the sea so cold, topless ladies look away
A he-man in the sunshine, shadows from array
You wish you had a motorboat to pose around the coral bar
And when the sun goes out to bed, you hook it up behind the tar


But behind the chalet, my holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

Two fat ladies window shop, something for the mantelpiece
Every single wall a nine, the pander for sweet little niece
Coach driver stands about, looking at a local map
About the boy who′s gone away, down to next door's caravan

But behind the chalet, my holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell

But behind the chalet, my holiday′s complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell