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
