Eletric beach fever

Let's go driving.
With a feeling of caramel.
With a jumping rhythm.
The radio station is the BBC.

Along the seashore.
At the Magellan Festival.
With energy.
Seagulls are flying BOAC.
At the Meriken wharf.
For some reason we're excited.
Driving at full speed in our swimsuits.
Get our liquor right away at Matsubara.

Let's go eat some crabs.
Be shy.
The long happy beach is charming.
Almost too much like a postcard.

Let's go to the shore.
Let's go together.
A loving rhythm in a bursting mode.

Night and day.
We shorten the distance.
His and my.
Cell phones are ringing.

The pelican looks lonely.
Floating on waves.
Anybody can feel that sorrow.
Even the fish have that perfume.

Let's go eat some crabs
Be businesslike.
That's Harrison Ford on that porch.
We are very lucky girls.

Let's go energetically.
Let's lead the way
Let's run around in synch with the rhythm

Let's go eat some crabs
Be shy.
The charming white happy beach.
Looks too much like a postcard.

Let's go to the shore.
Let's go together.
We've been invited to synchronise with the rhythm
A loving mode with bursting rhythm