Up the Pool

Album cover art for "Up the Pool" by Ian Anderson

Ian Anderson - Rock, Progressive Rock

Up the Pool

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I'm going up the 'Pool from down the smoke below To taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo The candy floss salesman watches ladies in then sand Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. 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 Pier 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 A suntanned stranded starfish in a daze I'm going up the 'Pool from down the smoke below To taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo The candy flosses salesman watches ladies in then sand Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. 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 A suntanned stranded starfish in a daze Oh, Blackpool Oh, Blackpool

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Credits

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  • Ian Anderson