up the pool

I'm 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

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

Oh, Blackpool

Oh, Blackpool