I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
Stand and scan on the strand of sand

But first I’m sitting over here
See that gaggle of guys and girls
A typical day at the beach
Typical ‘til I make my speech

There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
With a picnic lunch and parasol
Sitting there like a typical girl

Well, this is not a locker room
And that’s a surfboard not a yacht
The arrangement’s not ... quite ...
Quite there

One girl laughs at skinny guys
Someone else points out a “queer”
They’re all jocks, both guys and girls
Press the button, take your cue

And see the girl with perfect teeth
She picks up lonely guys in bars
Then she takes off
When they’ve bought her drinks
“Don’t you have money?” I ask
Of course I do

Well, this is not a locker room
And that’s a surfboard not a yacht
The arrangement’s not ... quite ...
Quite there

But the day was faultless in beauty
Pitched on tropical scenery
Stretched from white sand
Up to the open sky
Down to the shining sea again
And then back to me and

Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me

I’m still sitting over there
One guy just got up and brayed
They wag their words – they’re all in heat
I can ignore it – just don’t steam up the view

Mimi’s still out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
She’s checking out her arms and legs
In case her casing’s getting burnt

Well, this is not a locker room
And that’s a surfboard not a yacht
The arrangement’s not quite
... quite there

But the day was faultless in beauty
Pitched on tropical scenery
Stretched from white sand
Up to the open sky
Down to the shining sea again
And then back to me and

Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me

Mimi, you don’t know me but I’ve been watching you all day
And I’ve come to the edge of the water to have my say
The picnic lunch is off, Mimi – throw your parasol away
Put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea
Then turn the board around, Mimi, until you’re facing me
And then you wait for the waves to start building
For the valleys to deepen and the mountains to increase in height
And when the right time comes, Mimi
You grab the edges of the pink surfboard with your hands
And lift yourself up and see as far as you can see
Stand up, Mimi
Stand up, Mimi
Stand up!

I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
Stand and scan on the strand of sand

The Great Leveller is coming and he’s not going to stop to take your pulse
And he’s not going to ask you why you’re the way you are
And I think that’s the worst part – you never get a chance to explain yourself
And he’s going to take those mountains and shove them into the valleys
Until there’s nothing left but a vast expanse
And you’ll float there, Mimi, on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul
And if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard
And stretch you across the wind
You’ll make no sound
Wet leaves on a dry map
Nothing. Nobody
The Great Leveller or the great escape, Mimi?
The Great Leveller or the great escape?

But the day was faultless in beauty
Pitched on tropical scenery
Stretched from white sand
Up to the open sky
Down to the shining sea again
And then back to me and

Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me

There is a girl out on the sea
Floating on a pink surfboard
With a picnic lunch and parasol
The arrangement’s not ... quite ... quite there