Working On My Tan - Tim Curry

Nikki’s at the campsite in the caravan

On the Riviera

Every night the bugs bite

Catch her if they can

But she don’t hear of it She say…

«I'm working on my tan…

Oh man,

I’m working on my tan

Oh man,

Working on my tan»

Harvey sings calypso in thehotel band

But it’s just financial

Playing for the dipsoes, and the also-ran

But he ain’t anxious, Man,

He say, «I'm workin on my tan

Oh man…

I’m working on my tan.

Oh man

Workin on my tan.»

Hunt yourself and island

Hitch down to the beach

The sun belong to everyone,

In everybody’s reach

If confined to dry land,

Peel yourself a peach (or Heal yourself a beach, you decide)

Hey c’mon, son of a gun…

Do I have to teach you what to say?

Take a bus, take a truck.

Take a bus, take a truck

Take a bus, take a truck

But take along, your good look!

Do it in Jamaica

Do it in Japan

Do it in Siberia

Give us all a break and do it in Iran

Do it in Afghanistan.

Everybody say — ay

I’m working on my tan.

Oh man!

I’m working on my tan.

Oh man!

Working on my tan!

Sunshine

Sunshine

Sunshine

Sunshine!