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WITH
MY LITTLE STICK OF BLACKPOOL ROCK
George Formby - 1937
Every year when summer comes round, off to the sea I go.
I don't care if I do spend a pound, I'm rather rash I
know.
See me dressed like all the sports, in my blazer and a
pair of shorts.
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade
I stroll.
It may be sticky but I never complain, it's nice to have
a nibble at it now and again
Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.
One
afternoon the band conductor up on his stand
Somehow lost his baton - it flew out of his hand
So I jumped in his place and then conducted the band
With my little stick of Blackpool Rock
With
my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade
I stroll,
In my pocket it got stuck I could tell
‘Cos when I pulled it out I pulled my shirt off as well
Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.
A
girl while bathing clung to me, my wits had to use
She cried, "I'm drowning, and to save me, you won't
refuse"
I said, "Well if you’re drowning then I don't want
to lose
My little stick of Blackpool Rock."
With
my little stick of Blackpool Rock, along the promenade
I stroll
In the ballroom I went dancing each night
No wonder every girl that danced with me, stuck to me
tight
Every day wherever I stray the kids all round me flock.
A
fellow took my photograph it cost one and three.
I said when it was done, "Is that supposed to be
me?"
"You've properly mucked it up the only thing I
can see is
My little stick of Blackpool Rock."
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