(A re-post plotting the angst of a 16-year old boy dragged on a camping holiday to North Wales by his parents. I know. I was that boy).

 

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

The idea of Bridgend.

 

Dad, how could you?

Mam, how could you?

Oh, oh, oh, how could you?

 

Clothes shops selling tat in

That bucked fashion trends

That I looked a twat in

I cannot pretend.

Big draw in Prestatyn

The ads recommend

Featured Take That in-

I didn’t attend.

 

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?