I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I scan for the both of us I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand Stand and scan on the strand of sand
But first I’m sitting over here See that gaggle of guys and girls A typical day at the beach Typical ‘til I make my speech
There is a girl out on the sea Floating on a pink surfboard With a picnic lunch and parasol Sitting there like a typical girl
Well, this is not a locker room And that’s a surfboard not a yacht The arrangement’s not ... quite ... Quite there
One girl laughs at skinny guys Someone else points out a “queer” They’re all jocks, both guys and girls Press the button, take your cue
And see the girl with perfect teeth She picks up lonely guys in bars Then she takes off When they’ve bought her drinks “Don’t you have money?” I ask Of course I do
Well, this is not a locker room And that’s a surfboard not a yacht The arrangement’s not ... quite ... Quite there
But the day was faultless in beauty Pitched on tropical scenery Stretched from white sand Up to the open sky Down to the shining sea again And then back to me and
Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me
I’m still sitting over there One guy just got up and brayed They wag their words – they’re all in heat I can ignore it – just don’t steam up the view
Mimi’s still out on the sea Floating on a pink surfboard She’s checking out her arms and legs In case her casing’s getting burnt
Well, this is not a locker room And that’s a surfboard not a yacht The arrangement’s not quite ... quite there
But the day was faultless in beauty Pitched on tropical scenery Stretched from white sand Up to the open sky Down to the shining sea again And then back to me and
Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me
Mimi, you don’t know me but I’ve been watching you all day And I’ve come to the edge of the water to have my say The picnic lunch is off, Mimi – throw your parasol away Put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea Then turn the board around, Mimi, until you’re facing me And then you wait for the waves to start building For the valleys to deepen and the mountains to increase in height And when the right time comes, Mimi You grab the edges of the pink surfboard with your hands And lift yourself up and see as far as you can see Stand up, Mimi Stand up, Mimi Stand up!
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I scan for the both of us I scan the horizon for you, Mimi I stand and scan on the strand of sand Stand and scan on the strand of sand
The Great Leveller is coming and he’s not going to stop to take your pulse And he’s not going to ask you why you’re the way you are And I think that’s the worst part – you never get a chance to explain yourself And he’s going to take those mountains and shove them into the valleys Until there’s nothing left but a vast expanse And you’ll float there, Mimi, on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul And if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard And stretch you across the wind You’ll make no sound Wet leaves on a dry map Nothing. Nobody The Great Leveller or the great escape, Mimi? The Great Leveller or the great escape?
But the day was faultless in beauty Pitched on tropical scenery Stretched from white sand Up to the open sky Down to the shining sea again And then back to me and
Mimi on the beach Mimi on the beach Mimi and me
There is a girl out on the sea Floating on a pink surfboard With a picnic lunch and parasol The arrangement’s not ... quite ... quite thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
