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