Happy 20th, Happy Always.
The crabs will arrive and they'll pick at your face
But i'll whistle so they'll pick at mine in your place
Then the gulls will arrive, eat the crabs for their food
So we'll stand in the sand holding hands just me and you
So we'll stand in the sand holding hands, me and you
The crabs will arrive and they'll pick at your face
But i'll whistle so they'll pick at mine in your place
Then the gulls will arrive, eat the crabs for their food
So we'll stand in the sand holding hands just me and you
So we'll stand in the sand holding hands, me and you