(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood)

I don't care who's watching

Don't mind what the surfing heads might say

Although I may not be no Charlie Atlas

I'm gonna take my shirt off anyway



Now skin and bones sinks easy on the high tide

And I'm not one for castles in the sand

I've seen a girl I once knew from the East Side

I think I spy a bottle in her hand

I think I spy a bottle in her hand



I don't need to know your birthday

'Cause what you tell her I don't claim to be

There's a place I know of called the Tip Top

Won't you come and take a walk with me

Won't you come and take a walk with me



Didn't take too much hard work to get her

Melted like a chocolate in my arms

If (?) had ever seen it better

It never did the scenery no harm

Never did the scenery no harm.