You're always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own , everybody there just pa**es you by Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear , no, I don't tell no lie Your vested days are done now you know you're on the run, oh lady why why? Your white and powdered face, you need some holy gr ace to pull yourself right back again Chorus: Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice. I think you need something new but you don't know just what to do , croquet on the lawn yet again You smile at pa**ing boys, you can't offer any joys, you don't understand young men Got your money in the bank, money in the bank, now let's be frank, I want more than ten thousands pounds I want everything you've got, I want the lot, give me give me give me give me all you got, oh help me, I need some, I'm so poor now Chorus So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down , I see you everywhere I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come here old lady?? Fifty years upon the beach, you should be tanned by now, you're out of reach, I hope I don't bring you down Everything special about you, your pearls, your j**els and your money too , oh do you wear a crown when you go to bed now? Chorus [last verse not on cd, thanks to Rob Olver for that info]: So now the day is done, the sun disappears and it starts to run Oh the darkness creeps around Moonlight sings and moonlight dreams, nothing to see, you make me?? As I watch you tottering round this town Nobody there, nobody there to care, you're??, who really cares I'll hold you tight maybe, maybe for a year When the day, the day is done, all my heart it starts to run Overflows on your plate, you'd better eat it all, eat it, eat it, eat it Chorus