Sea and Sand Pete Townshend

Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own

They finally threw me out
My mom got drunk on stout
My dad couldn't stand on two feet
As he lectured about morality

Well now I guess the families complete
With me hanging round on the street
Or here on the beach

The girl I love
Is a perfect dresser
Wears every fashion
Gets it to the tee

Heavens above
Ooh, I got to match her
I know where she wants her man to be
Leave it to me

My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch seersucker with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
In my wartime coat in the wind and sleet