And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hitting traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and fall asleep
(and the radio says )
This is a low but it won't hurt you
When you're alone it will be there when you
Finding ways to stay solo
On the tyne, forth and cromarty
There's a low in the high 40's
(and) Saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the malin head, blackneel looks blue and red
And the queen, she's gone `round the bend
Jumped off Land's End
(repeat chorus)