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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 |
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FloThe candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand |
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Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting |
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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, will look around |
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And blame the mess on |
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Edward Bear |
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There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels |
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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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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 |
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FloThe candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand |
|
Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting |
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Mister Universe |
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There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels |
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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 |
