Up The 'Pool

I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke below
 To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo
 The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
 Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
 Mister 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 Bear
 There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels
 Rainy days, seaweed and sand castles, icy waves
 Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down
 Sun tanned stranded starfish in a daze
 We're going up the 'pool from down the smoke below
 To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo
 The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
 Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
 Mister 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
 Sun tanned stranded starfish in a daze
 Oh, Blackpool
 Oh, Blackpool