The Winker's Paradise (Misprint)

I dreamed I was on an island In the South Pacific sea With ten thousand seagulls, ten million coconuts Twelve nymphomaniacs and me I've got eight gramophone records I've fixed myself up nice A million miles from a Monday morning In a wanker's paradise A knotted hanky on my head I sat and took my ease With a sausage roll and a one-handed magazine Under the jam-butty trees When a lifeboat full of schoolgirls Came serenely floating by They said with a grin "May we join you in Your wanker's paradise?" I led them dancing from the sea By the waters we sat down With a brass-band softly on the breeze By a lake of Newcastle Brown It was the clattering clock that woke me And from my dream I rose But in my hand was a coconut And sand was between my toes Oh, the next time I dream of Shangri-La You won't have to ask me twice Next time I go I'm stopping In a wanker's paradise I'm going to hang around like a fart in a Volkswagen In a wanker's paradise I'm gonna hang on in like Gunga Din In a wanker's paradise