Up the Pool Ian Anderson

I'm going up the 'Pool from down the smoke below
To taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in then sand
Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. 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 Pier

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
A suntanned stranded starfish in a daze

I'm going up the 'Pool from down the smoke below
To taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo
The candy flosses salesman watches ladies in then sand
Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. 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
A suntanned stranded starfish in a daze
Oh, Blackpool
Oh, Blackpool