single by Michael Culligan

Beachcomber Girl - by Michael Culligan, copyright 25 February 2011

I, oh I was born to travel,
The passport stamped, the back-pack badges in line.
Oh she, well she was a drifter with bangles and beads,
Sandals and glitter on her feet.
We, we journeyed together.
The beach barbecues and the stars of the Pacific sky,
The conch shells, the mangroves,
The warm coconut southern hemisphere highs.

Tell me you love me, beachcomber girl.
Hold me much closer as sparks in the fire swirl.
I ain't got no earthly reason to live all alone,
But could we really make it girl, in
A two up, two down, terraced home?

Maybe it's better, these Pacific skies,
I'd just write a letter baby, and
Then just regret all those little,
All those little white lies.

I'll see you in Melbourne,
I'll see you in Rome,
I'll see you around the aluminium Eros Statue, honey,
Mmm, in London your home.
I'll find you in Paris, kiss you on the Seine,
Believe you're in Heidelberg, drinking
Warm, frothy Steins in the rain,
I ain't got no problem in the blue
Mediterranean Azure,
I can eat a tomato salad on Corfu with
Olive oil and squid, pan-fresh fried, and
That ain't all.

You know it's the last ferry out of Brindisi,
If you leave me now baby, I'll
See you next summer, got a ticket
Back to pick hops in Kent, baby, and
You know that ain't easy, no, no, no, no.

I'll see you in Amsterdam,
Drinking coffee and a warm, spicy pastry cake.
I'll catch you in Edinburgh, at the Fringe, honey.
Well, you'd better watch that new political,
Satirical genius, give him a break.

I'll find you in LA, doing a
Half-pipe, rollerskating on the beach.
I'll see you in Les Hauders, for
Ski-ing off the piste.
Watch that instructor, make sure your leg
You don't break.
I ain't got no problem with a fondue on the flame,
Eating swiss chocolate, kissing to the sound of cowbells
Ringing, honey, it's your round again.

Maybe it's better under these grey, European skies.
I'd only just get homesick back here, baby, and
Just regret all those little, those little domestic ties.

(song repeats verses and includes instrumental break)

copyright Michael Culligan, 25 February 2011.