Up the ’Pool (new mix)

I'm going up the 'pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me 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
Mr. 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 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

We're going up the 'pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me 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
Mr. 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
(Yeah! Where's Black Velvet?)