I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
But first I'm sitting over here
See that gaggle of guys and girls
A typical day at the beach
Well, typical till I make my speech
There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
With a picnic lunch and parasol
Sitting there like a typical girl
Well, this is not a locker room
And that's a surfboard, not a yacht
The arrangement's not quite, quite there
One girl laughs at skinny guys
Someone else points out a queer
Well, they're all jocks, both guys and girls
Press the bu*ton, take your cue
And see the girl with perfect teeth
She picks up lonely guys in bars
Then she takes off when they've bought her drinks
Don't you have money?, I ask, of course I do
Well, this is not a locker room here
And that's a surfboard, not a yacht
The arrangement's not quite, quite there
But the day was faultless in beauty
Pitched on tropical scenery
Stretched from white sand
Up to the open sky
Down to the shining sea again
And then back to me
And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me
Well, I'm still sitting over there
One guy just got up and brayed
They wag their words, they're all in heat
Well, I can ignore it, just don't steam up the view
And Mimi's still out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
She's checking out her arms and legs
In case her casing's getting burnt
Well, this is not a locker room here
And that's a surfboard, not a yacht
The arrangement's not quite, quite there
But the day was faultless in beauty
Pitched on tropical scenery
Stretched from white sand
Up to the open sky
Down to the shining sea again
And then back to me
And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me
You don't know me, but I've been watching you all day
And I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say
The picnic lunch is off and you can throw your parasol away
Put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea
Then you turn the board around, Mimi, until you're facing me
Then you wait for the waves to start building, Mimi
For the valleys to deepen and the mountains to increase in height
And when the right times comes, Mimi
You lift yourself up and stand there, Mimi
Can see as far as you can see
Stand up, Mimi, stand up, Mimi (stand up), stand up
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
The great leveller is coming, Mimi
And he's not going to stop to take your pulse
And he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are
And I think that's the worst part
You never get a chance to explain yourself
And he's going to take those mountains and shove them into the valleys
Till there's nothing left except a vast expanse
And you'll float there, Mimi, on the flat Sarga**o Sea of your soul
And if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard
And stretch you across the wind
You'll make no sound, wet leaves on a dry map
Nothing, nobody
The great leveller or the great escape?
But the day was faultless in beauty
Pitched on tropical scenery
Stretched from white sand
Up to the open sky
Down to the shining sea again
And then back to me
And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me
And Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach, Mimi on the beach, Mimi and me
There's a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
A parasol floats nearby
The arrangement's not quite, quite there