Threw my glasses in the dirt

Tell you 'man that really hurt'

So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Then he slammed me in the door

Got me feeling pretty sore

So I'm lying in the bottom bunk


Now we've gone too far astray

I do believe you've had your way with me

Not much of a holiday

I do believe you've had your way with me

Your way with me


Very pretty and you're tanned

But I rather sleep with my right hand

So I'm lying in the bottom bunk

Cos baby things just get too rough

When we get together in above

So I'm lying in the bottom bunk


Now we've gone too far astray

I do believe you've had your way with me

Not much of a holiday

I do believe you've had your way with me

Your way with me