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