Costa Del Sombre - Paul Heaton, Jacqui Abbott

Fully covered up on an oily beach

A flat or apartment, just a little out of reach

An ignorance of language but a love of speech

Costa Del Sombre

Deliberately using words he knows are incorrect

Broken English brings a kind of new respect

When he tries to say he’s sorry in local dialect

The gulf between

She was sort of lonely

He was lonely too

So when they both took to the dance floor

They knew just what to do

Yes, sir, he could boogie

But she could boogie too

The steps she’d been saving up

Since 1972

Desperate little feeling that you lost in life

That every minute ex-husband gains a second wife

That the sun that blinds you now one day will twist the knife

Costa Del Sombre

Speaking different language but it’s loud and clear

The dark eyes of the picador are about to spear

It’s the very reason she feels so wanted here

The gulf between

Halfway to Villa Verde

From the old village green

Coaxing conversation

To sombrero dreams

When conversation’s lively

And home life’s so dull

And the sun burns up your face

Just yards from your skull