The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me
It soaks my hair and stings my cheeks
But you know that I am fond of you
And all the things were yet to do
Procrastination  pay no heed of time
Pursue romance and beak and wine
But you know that they're all fond of you
And all the things you claim you’ll do
You will meet her by the statue
And you’ll tell her what she wants to hear
Don’t you know that young hearts bruise so easily
And you sound like Billy Liar  My Dear
Local girl put your heart in his hands
Should it fall apart understand
(He’ll say) You know that I am fond of you
And all the things we will never do
You will meet her by the statue
And you’ll tell her what she wants to hear
Don’t you know that young hearts bruise so easily
And you sound like Billy Liar  My Dear
Her heart
Her heart
Her heart
Her heart