And into the sea goes pretty England and damn meAround the Bay
of Biscay and back for teaHit traffic on the dogger bankUp the
Thames to find a taxi rankSail on by with the tide and go to
sleepAnd the radio says
THIS IS A LOWBUT IT WON`T HURT YOUWHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL
BE THERE WITH YOUFINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO
On the Tyne forth and CramityThere`s a low in the high fortiesAnd
Saturday`s locked away on the pierNot fast enough dearAnd on
the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and redAnd the Queen, she`s
gone round the bendJumped off Land`s End