RIVIERA CAYF
(Lance Percival / George Martin / Myles Rudge)


Lance Percival - 1963





We sat there in this cayf
This Riviera Cayf
The menu was in French, huh-ho-ho
And the plumbin' wasn't safe

We ordered tea for two
It cost us twelve and nine
And something in a bag 
Was floatin' round in mine

And all the while the music played
And people fraternised right up the esplanade

I told the wife we'd be better orf in Blackpool
It's more genteel and you can get a decent meal
Hey-yucka-ducka-die-oh

This French highlife, we'd be better orf in Blackpool
I told the wife and the wife she said to me
Mais oui, no, we may not

We sat there in this cayf
An hour or two went by
A garcon in a vest was givin' her the eye
The dirty swine

We ordered steak and chips
They brought us something stewed
It smelled like it was orf
And it looked extremely rude

And all the while the music played
And what went on put dolce vita in the shade

I told the wife we'd be better orf in Blackpool
They've got a pier, which is more than they've got 'ere
Hey-yucka-ducka-die-oh

Frogs on my knife, we'd be better orf in Blackpool
I told the wife, but the wife and this garcon
They'd gone!






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2015)