Lyrics:

Strolling along minding my own business
Well, there goes a girl and a half
She's got me going up and down
She's got me going up and down

Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches

Well I got the notion, girl, that
You got some sun tan lotion in that bottle of yours
Spread it all over my peeling skin baby
That feels real good
All the scuds lapping up the sun
Lap me up
Why don't you come on and
Lap me up

Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches

Well, there goes another one
Just lying down on the sand dunes
Better go and take a swim
And see if I can cool down a little bit
'Cos you and me woman
We got a lotta things on our minds
(You know what I mean)

Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches

Well, you just take a look over there?
Where?
There
Is she trying to get out of that clitares?
Liberation for women
That's what I preach
Preacher man

Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches

Oh shit! There goes the charabanc
Looks like I'm gonna be stuck here the whole summer
Well, what a bummer
I can think of a lot worse places to be
Like down on the streets
Or down in the sewer
Or even on the end of a skewer

Down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches down on the beaches
Just looking at all the burnt bodies down on the beaches
Just looking at all the sunglasses down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches down on the beaches
Just looking at all the peaches down on the beaches