From the recording GREATEST HITS
Lyrics
SHE WAS WALKIN' DOWN THE SHORELINE
CARRYIN' A BEAN A SMOKE AND A CUP
I WAS JUMPIN' UP INTO THE TREES
PICKIN' POTPOURRIES
WATCHIN' JEROMY THE BRAID BOY
HIS FINGERS WOULD TWIST AND TURN
AND TAKE THE SHAPE OF COLOURS
AS THEY MINGLED THROUGH HER
WINDSWEPT ISLAND HAIR
SHE SAID JUST LET ME DO THE TALKIN' BABY
YEA SHE SAID
JUST LET ME DO THE TALKIN' BABY
CAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
THE FIRST DOOR ON YOUR LEFT WILL PICK YOU UP
THE FIRST DOOR ON YOUR RIGHT WILL BRING YOU DOWN
I CAN'T THINK OF A THING I'D RATHER DO
THAN BE HERE ON THIS ISLAND WITH YOU
IN THE MIDDLE OF SANTA MONICA YEA
OOH OOH CHILD
THINGS ARE GONNA GET EASIER
OOH OOH CHILD
THINGS WILL GET BRIGHTER
OOH OOH CHILD
THINGS ARE GONNA GET EASIER HERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF SANTA MONICA YEA