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. 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