And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around 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 asleep
And the radio says
THIS IS A LOW
BUT IT WONT HURT YOU
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOU
FINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO
On the Tyne forth and Cramity
Theres a low in the high forties
And Saturdays locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red
And the Queen, shes gone round the bend
Jumped off Lands End
And the radio says
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