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.
Oh Blackpool, oh Blackpool.
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