Upon the sand
upon the bay
There is a quick
and easy way you say
before you illustrate
I'd rather state
I'm not the man
you think I am
I'm not the man
you think I am
And sorrow's
native son he will
not smile for anyone
And pretty girls
make graves
Ooh ooh oh ooh
ooh ooh oh ooh ooh
End of the pier
end of the bay
you tug my
arm and say
Give in to lust
give up to lust
oh heaven knows
we'll soon be dust
Oh I'm not the
man you think I am
I'm not the man
you think I am
And sorrow's
native son
he will not rise
for anyone
And pretty girls
make graves
ooh ooh oh ooh
ooh ooh oh ooh ooh
I could have been
wild and I could
have been free
but nature played
this trick on me
She wants it now
And she will not wait
but she's too rough
and I'm too delicate
Then on the sand
another man he takes
her hand a smile lights
up her stupid face
and well it would
I lost my faith
in womanhood
I lost my faith
in womanhood
I lost my faith
Ooh ooh oh ooh
ooh ooh oh ooh ooh
Hand in glove
the sun shines
out of our behinds
Ooh oh ooh oh