Searing fried fish burns your puffy fingers The sugary-sweet sauce stops it from burning your tongue There’s lemonade icy poles in the freezer Oh, to be young again and feel this leisurely, merry fun
The cool, salty water still drenches your hair Stale from an afternoon dip In the ocean filling with oil and plastic And possessions that escape our tight grip
We dig through the hot, sticky sand for coins or jewellery or rubbish And find all these things there, and lots more Meanwhile, coconut sunscreen bakes the back of your neck The swishing sea drops shells on for you on her shore
The same bright sun we curse for its shallow light Through each dull winter afternoon and late spring night Is here in abundance, so much that we are filled with spite For the glare, the heat which sets out skin alight
Welcome to a day before you knew the truth Of knowing taxes and grocery prices and lacking wages
Where the icy pole in the freezer is waiting for you after your dinner of hot chips that are more salty than your hair with warm red sauce that cuts through the oily delight
And on this day, before you were burdened with what you are now, your head is filled with coca-cola bubbles and hot air, waiting patiently for dessert, And lemonade is your favourite flavour.
