(wood, lane)I don’t care who is watchingDon’t mind what the surfing heads might sayAnd though I may not be no charlie atlasGonna take my shirt off anywayNow skin and bones sits easy on the high tideAnd I’m not one for castles in the sandI’ve seen a girl I once knew from the east sideI think I spy a bottle in her handI think I spy a bottle in her handI don’t need to know your birthday’cause what you tell her I don’t claim to beThere’s a place I know of called the tick tockWon’t you come and take a walk with meWon’t you come and take a walk with meDidn’t take too much hard work to get herMelted like a chocolate in my armsIf ... had ever seen it betterIt never did the scenery no harmNever did the scenery no harm.