Verse 1
It’s December and we wanna escape this weather
But we’re honest, California won’t happen ever
So we’ll snuggle in a shack – it won’t cost a fortune
My folks – they’ve got a hut by the sea in Clacton – in cloudy Clacton.
Chorus
And we’re now chilling out in this hut down in Clacton
Only our jokes keep us cosy and warm
Crack open some beers that we found in a cupboard
Yeah, we’re glad that we’re here now, glad that we’re here now
Seeing the sky, we’ve given up on sunshine
Rain lashes down and the waves crash ashore
But as long as we’ve got one other to talk to
We’re just glad that we’re here now, glad that we’re here now
Verse 2
Nothing beats a slow road trip down the coast of England
Dodgy coffee, fish and chips, and the sound of seagulls
Nothing matters when we’re cruising and singing anthems
Then forget about our emails – when we meet Jack Daniels – aha….
Chorus
And we’re now chilling out in this hut down in Clacton
Only our jokes keep us cosy and warm
Chasing* some beer that we found in a cupboard
Yeah, we’re glad that we’re here now, glad that we’re here now
Seeing the sky, we’ve given up on sunshine
Rain lashes down and the waves crash ashore
But as long as we do whatever takes our fancy
We’re just glad that we’re here now, glad that we’re here now
*This is a play on words. Whisky can be a “chaser” for beer.