And into the sea

Goes pretty England and me

Round the Bay of Biscay

And back for tea

Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank

Up the Thames to find a taxi rank

Sail on by with the tide

And go to sleep

And the radio says

This is a low

But it won't hurt you

When you're alone

It will be there with you

Finding ways to stay solo

On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty

There's a low in the high forties

And Saturdays locked away on the pier

Not fast enough, dear

And on the Malin Head

Blackpool looks blue and red

And the Queen

She's gone round the bend

Jumped off Land's End