Riviera Cayf (Percival, Martin, Rudge 1963)


We sat there in this cayf, this Riviera cayf,
The menu was in French and the plumbing was unsafe.
We ordered tea for two, it cost us 12/9,
And something in a bag was floating round in mine.

And all the while the music played,
And people fraternised right up the esplanade.
I told the wife we'd be better off in Blackpool;
It's more genteel and you can get a decent meal.
This French high life–we'd be better off in Blackpool.
I told the wife, and the wife she said to me,
'Mais oui.'
NO WE MAY NOT!

We sat there in this cayf, an hour or two went by.
A garcon in a vest was giving her the eye—
THE DIRTY SWINE!
We ordered steak & chips, they brought us something stewed;
It smelt like it was off and looked extremely rude

And all the while the music played,
And what went on put Dolce Vita in the shade.
I told the wife we'd be better off in Blackpool;
They've got a pier, which is more than they've got here.
Frogs on my knife–we'd be better off in Blackpool.
I told the wife, but the wife & this garcon—
They'd gone!

[12/9 = 12 shillings and 9 pence, about 68P
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