Up The `Pool — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

I`m going up the `pool from down the smoke below

to taste my 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

Mister 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 bucket, 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 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,

Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,

sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.



Oh Blackpool,

oh Blackpool.