Lyrics:

I've had enough of the countryside
I'm headed off to the sea
I'll bid you farewell and goodbye
Cause its your touch that I need

Why don't you put on this head-dress
And when you come back to me
You work all week, I don't sleep at night
And send me off to the sea

Hold me
Hold me, surfer shell

As a boater I planned to love
If you could just understand
I wish I was on the TV screen
I wish you would hold my hand

Now time has passed and a month ago
I saw you up on the hill
You took a bad time to cover me
Oh, what should I be?

Hold me
Hold me, surfer shell
Don't feel bad I need it to myself


I've had enough of the countryside
I'm headed off to the sea
I'll bid you farewell and goodbye
Cause its your touch that I need


Don't feel bad that I need it to myself
Don't feel bad that I need it to myself
Don't feel bad that I need it to myself