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