Laying on the gra**, my heart it flares like fire
The way you slap my face just fills me with desire
You play hard to get
'Cause you're teacher's pet
But when the boats have gone
We'll take a tumble, excuse for a fumble
Shocked me, too, the things we used to do on gra**
If you fancy, we can buy an ice-cream cone
Your mate has gone, She didn't want to be alone
I will pounce on you
Just us and the Cuckoos
You are helpless now
Over and over, we flatten the clover
Shocked me, too, the things we used to do on gra**
It would shock you, too, the things we used to do on gra**
Gra**, gra**
Things we did on gra**