Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire

The way you slap my face just fills me with desire

You play hard to get

'Cause you're teacher's pet

But when the boats have gone

We'll take a tumble excuse for a fumble

Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass

If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone

Your mate has gone She didn't want to be alone

I will pounce on you

Just us and the Cuckoos

You are helpless now

Over and over we flatten the clover

Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass

It would shock you too the things we used to do on grass

Grass, grass.

Things we did on grass