I'm off to the beach for my jellied eels.
Off to see the ladies balance in high heels.
Gonna put a penny in the first slot I see,
Down the arcades' where you'll find me.

Just once a year I find out where the beer is from.
I dress up in bright stripes and walk down the prom.
The pier has attractions and food fit for kings.
The seaside in summer has such wonderful things.

I've been down to Brighton, and walked down the lanes.
I've been up to Blackpool, seen the lights on the trains.
Had a week down in Margate, with such golden sand.
Spent a weekend in Folkestone, watched the hovercraft land.

There's something quite special about fish n chips.
Or the peering through telescopes at tankers and ships.
Pull your teeth out on candy floss, or rot them with rock.
But you have to admit that it's where we all flock.

Sunblock and sunhats, windbreaks and deck chairs.
You can wear a knotted handkerchief and nobody cares.
Tiny bikinis or those those great flowery dresses.
Getting changed on the beach before everyone guesses.

Take a take trip down there now, and never mind the rain.
Have an ice-cream with a flake, then go back for the same.
Get yourself ready for holiday rules, forget your troubles.
Run down to the seaside, and watch the rain make bubbles.