BLACKPOOL PROM
As recorded by George Formby, 11-Nov-1944.

I've just been on my holidays to Blackpool by the sea.
Although I'm feeling mighty fit, my feet are troubling me.
I queued for hours and hours, but I must say it was grand
To get as near as half a mile to several miles of sand.

On Blackpool prom on Saturday, I had a lovely time.
I queued for breakfast; I queued for lunch.
I queued for bananas in a bunch.
I queued for a glass of bitter; the old woman was watching the pram.
I queued for Beryl's* gin and lime.
It really was a pantomime.
Before I got served, they shouted time,
So I queued for a queue with a tram.

On Blackpool prom on Saturday, oh, what a lovely day!
I queued for oysters; I queued for rock.
I queued for a view of the town-hall clock.
I queued for the fun of queueing, and I murmured: "What a do!
A game of snooker would be great."
I queued to put me name on a slate,
Then after sixty minutes' wait,
I queued in a queue for a cue.

On Blackpool prom on Saturday, the women looked simply grand.
I queued for the dark 'uns; I queued for the fair.
I queued for the chance to have me share.
Oh, boy, was I up and doing, and I murmured: "I love you."
Her figure it was like a dream:
Quite big at the front and broad at the beam,
But it was the missus that I'd seen,
So I flew from the queue, wouldn't you?


[*Beryl was George's wife.]