SITTING ON THE SANDS ALL NIGHT
(Harry Gifford / Fred E Cliffe / George Formby)

as recorded by George Formby
September 27th 1936


On the seaside sands all day,
Though folks may romp and lark,
There's heaps of fun
And a lot more done
On the sands when it is dark!

It's nice to watch the breezes blow
And when the moon shines bright,
You can sometimes see a lot o' funny things
Through sittin' on the sands all night!

The courting couples, side by side,
All hug each other tight;
Many chaps have got a lot to answer for
Through sittin' on the sands all night!

Mornin' comes,
And when the day's peepin' through,
You start wavin' to the waves,
And the waves wave back to you!

The tide comes up and all your clothes
Are soon washed out of sight,
Then you walk home  in a little seaweed shirt
Through sittin' on the sands all night!

One girl had blisters through the sun,
Her shoulders looked a sight,
Now she's got another blister somewhere else
Through sittin' on the sands all night!

A policeman shines his lamp on you,
Then chuckles with delight;
For the rest of the week you find the whole darn force
Sittin' on the sands all night!

Mornin' comes,
And when the day's peepin' through,
You start wavin' to the waves,
And the waves wave back to you!

A kilted Scotchman climbed the tower
And reached a dizzy height;
With electric torches there were fifty girls,
Sittin' on the sands all night!

The beach pyjamas that you wear,
You wonder why they're tight,
Then you find somebody with their legs in yours
Through sittin' on the sands all night!

The nursemaid lost the twins one day
But found them quite alright,
With a hat pin pickin' at the winkles,
Through sittin' on the sands all night!

Mornin' comes,
And when the day's peepin' through,
You start wavin' to the waves,
And the waves wave back to you!

You start feelin' rather stiff,
Then find that you're stuck tight,
With a boat hook stickin' in your Westward Ho
Through sittin, on the sands all night!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - June 2017)