Canvey Island Girl​

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I found her on the beach at Canvey Island

There were flowers on her chest and in her hair

We jumped over the fence into the fairground

And tried to win some prizes there

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On the fishing game I couldn't make the pick up

On the coconuts she was a little too shy

We had a little storm inside a teacup

And I never had the chance to say goodbye

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Canvey Island Girl

I hate to waste a good view

Canvey Island Girl

Of the fireworks above you

Canvey Island Girl

I think I love you

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I was looking for a little amusement

Somebody with whom to pass the time

And her presence was a definite improvement

On that cynical demeanour of mine

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I asked her for her hand in marriage

Maybe it was a little too soon

At midnight she departed in a Hackney carriage

By the light of an estuary moon

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Canvey Island Girl

I hate to waste a good view

Canvey Island Girl

Of the fireworks above you

Canvey Island Girl

I think I love you

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She said Canvey Island makes me feel good

Seaside glamour makes me feel good

And Wilko Johnson makes me feel good

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Canvey Island Girl

I hate to waste a good view

Canvey Island Girl

Of the fireworks above you

Canvey Island Girl

I think I love you

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© Richard Quarterman 2017