Up The Pool lyrics

I`m going up the `pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me mom`s jam [sarnies?]
And see our auntie Flo.

The candy [floss-sails?] man
Watches ladies in the 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 [???].

There`ll be pocket spades and [???] cockles, mussels, rainy days,
The seaweed dance, sand castles, icy waves,
The deck chairs, rubber dinghys, [???] dangling down,
The suntan, stranded starfish in a daze.

We`re going up the `pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me mom`s jam [sarnies?]
And see our auntie Flo.

The candy [floss-sails?] man
Watches ladies in the sand
Down for a freaky weekend
In the hope that they`ll be meeting Mr. Universe.

There`ll be pocket spades and [???] cockles, mussels, rainy days,
The seaweed dance, sand castles, icy waves,
The deck chairs, rubber dinghys, [???] dangling down,
The suntan, stranded starfish in a daze.

Oh, Blackpool.
Oh, Blackpool