I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke below To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty flo. The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the sand Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mister universe.
The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea And along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea. The politicians there who've come to take the air While posing for the daily press Will look around and blame the mess On edward bear.
There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days, Seaweed and sand castles, icy waves. Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down, Sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.
We're going up the 'pool from down the smoke below To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty flo. The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mister universe.
There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days, Seaweed and sand castles, icy waves, Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down, Sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.
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