Northern lights
Under Blackpool night
Long long long parade
On hotter day, morning
Late waking up
Full English breakfast
And
Fish and chips

All the cockles, all the mussels
All the sad girls, all the bad girls
Under the pier.

Somebody loved me last night
In a cheap hotel room.
There was mould in the corner, 
Fabricated little ornaments.

Somebody loved me last night
In spite of the damp.

Manchester, Leeds guys commute
For the Blackpool nights.
Drink drunk,
Savage nights,
Gays as usual are all over the place.

Somebody loved me last night.
Somebody loved me last night.

Borderline