Acapulco

Acapulco I’d love to go down to the sea again, The sea and the Holiday Inn, Where some of the guests are awfully fat, And others are awfully thin, Where the average age is a hundred and four, Give or take a year or three, ‘Cos another senior citizens’ tour Has come to see the sea. I’d love to go down to the sea again, And lie on the golden sands, And watch the dark-eyed gigolos, As they roam around in bands, I’d love to sit at the Patio Bar And get ever so slightly pissed “Have another tequila old boy ?” “Well, one, if you insist.” I’d love to go down to the sea again, Where the con artiste is king Where it only costs you an arm and a leg For a genuine silver ring, I’d love to go down to the sea again, It’s the only place for me Where it’s twice as nice At twice the price, Acapulco by the sea.