Croydon Tourist Office - Sindy Doesn't Need Sunglasses

Now if it was okay with you
I thought I would just pull up a chair
Tell you all about my friend Sindy
Oh Sindy

There's one thing she always wanted
That was to drive
As we all do
Drive a nuclear-powered submarine

I said Sindy
We've all had that urge
But she knew
Oh she knew
She could drive it better
Than anyone

She could drive it better
Than any fella
With its propeller

The way she would stand there
In a hat
Oh Sindy
Just imagine that

I said
We can't all have what we want
But here's a broom and
You can pretend its periscope any time you like
Oh Sindy

She said no
I want the real thing
I want it to be big
And made of metal
I want it to go under the waves
I want it
Now

Oh Sindy
For a start
There are some geographical anomalies
Which frankly
Drive a cart-horse right through this whole idea of yours
But if Sindy
If that's what you really want
We can take us down to Gosport
And we can ask some submariners
And you can steal inside when nobody's looking
And you can sit there
In the captain's chair
Oh Sindy

She said no
No
I'm not going to do it that way
Why would I
I'm going to learn
I'm going to
Go into it big time
I'm going to come up through the ranks
No oily-chested seaman is going to stand in my way
And that submarine
Oh
It will be mine

As a parting gift
I gave her a pair of sunglasses
She said
What the dickens do I need these for
It's going to be awfully dark down there
With the sonar
And the radar
So you can take your sunglasses
I don't need them

Sindy
Sindy
Sindy
She's in deep
Sindy

She's gonna do it
I tell you now
She'll get there

Written by:
Robert Garnham

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