And into the sea goes pretty england and me. Around 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 asleep. And the radio says. (chorus). This is a low. But it won't hurt you. When you are alone it will be there with you. Finding ways to stay solo. On the tyne forth and cramity. There's a low in the high forties. And saturday's locked away on the pier. Not fast enough dear. On the malin head blackpool looks blue and red. And the queen she's gone round the bend. Jumped off land's end. (chorus x 3). .