(Memories of teenage holidays camping in North Wales)

Nights in Prestatyn

Two weeks without end

Boring as Latin

Drove me round the bend.

My folks tried to tell me

That this beats Southend

Next year they’ll sell me

Ten days in Bridgend.

Dad, how could you?

Mam, how could you?

Oh, oh, oh, how could you?

Nights in Prestatyn

No pubs to commend

Pint pots that’s spat in

No girls to befriend.

I chatted up Sylvie

For a dirty weekend

Her bloke tried to kill me

I ran to Land’s End

Dad, how could you?

Mam, how could you?

Oh, oh, oh, how could you?