SUMMER OF EIGHTY EIGHT

The summer of eighty eight
What a holiday it was
Me, tottering bob and Metaxa Mary
On the Greek island of Andros
In the chain of islands
Known as the Cyclades
We would sit on the beach
Or some beach front café
Like the medusa or the koala
Watching the semi naked femmes
And not just that but fit too
Apart from Mary
She was more interested in the Geraniums
Which grew seven feet high
We enjoyed the Greek cuisine
Such as it was
Stuffed vine leaves, Calamari
And Mousakka mainly
Not forgetting
Greek salad and Feta cheese
Washed down with cheap booze
And plenty of it
Everything was cheap on the island
Not just cheap fags and booze
An old man called Stavros
His skin the color of leather
Hand made me a pair of sandals
For under five pounds
Our favorite haunt was the medusa
Owned and run by Pandelis
And his accommodating daughter Cath
Although we had a brandy or two
At the Paradise bar most nights
Just as a night cap
But it wasn't the location, Or cheap booze
The herb fragranced breeze
Warm sunshine, Semi naked women
Or accommodating waitresses
That made it a great holiday
It was the people
The warm friendly locals
Fellow Brits on tour
And of course Bob and Mary
What a holiday it was