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
And the radio says

(Chorus x 3)