Mimi On The Beach

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi

I scan for the both of us

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi

I stand and scan on the strand of sand

I stand and scan on the strand of sand

But first I'm sitting over here

See that gaggle of guys and girls

A typical day at the beach

Well, typical 'till I make my speech

There is a girl out on the sea

Floating on a pink surfboard

With a picnic lunch and parasol

Sitting there like a typical girl

Well, this is not a locker room

And that's a surfboard, not a yacht

The arrangement's not quite, quite there

One girl laughs at skinny guys

Someone else points out a queer

Well, they're all jocks, both guys and girls

Press the button, take your cue

And see the girl with perfect teeth

She picks up lonely guys in bars

Then she takes off when they've bought her drinks

Don't you have money? I ask

Of course I do

Well, this is not a locker room here

And that's a surfboard, not a yacht

The arrangement's not quite, quite there

But the day was faultless in beauty

Pitched on tropical scenery

Stretched from white sand

Up to the open sky

Down to the shining sea again

And then back to me

And Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi and me

Well, I'm still sitting over here

One guy just got up and brayed

They wag their words, they're all in heat

I can ignore it, just don't steam up the view

And Mimi's still out on the sea

Floating on a pink surfboard

She's checking out her arms and legs

In case her casing's getting burnt

Well, this is not a locker room here

And that's a surfboard, not a yacht

The arrangement's not quite, quite there

But the day was faultless in beauty

Pitched on tropical scenery

Stretched from white sand

Up to the open sky

Down to the shining sea again

And then back to me

And Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi and me

You don't know me but I've been watching you all day

And I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say

The picnic lunch is off, Mimi

Throw your parasol away

Put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea

Then you turn the board around, Mimi, until you're facing me

Then you wait for the waves to start building, Mimi

For the valleys to deepen

And the mountains to increase in height

And when the right time comes, Mimi

You lift yourself up and stand there, Mimi

And see as far as you can see

Stand up, Mimi

Stand up, Mimi

Stand up, stand up!

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi

I scan for the both of us

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi

I stand and scan on the strand of sand

I stand and scan on the strand of sand

The great leveller is coming, Mimi

And he's not going to stop to take your pulse

And he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are

And I think that's the worst part

You never get a chance to explain yourself

And he's going to take those mountains

And shove them into the valleys

Until there's nothing left except a vast expanse

And you'll float there, Mimi

On the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul

And if they pull you away your bleaching pink surfboard

And stretch you across the wind

You'll make no sound

Wet leaves on a dry map

Nothing, nobody

The great leveller or the great escape?

But the day was faultless in beauty

Pitched on tropical scenery

Stretched from white sand

Up to the open sky

Down to the shining sea again

And then back to me

And Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi and me

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi on the beach

Mimi and me

There is a girl out on the sea

Floating on a pink surfboard

A parasol floats nearby

The arrangement's not quite, quite there