Walking down the South Beach with you, babe,
The setting sun sparkling in your eyes,
The welcome heat of summer has caressed us,
And kissed us like the breeze that softly sighs.
It's that time of day again when the streets are growing quiet,
That empty time when the day meets the night,
When the rumbling trams are carrying people homeward,
And tired children dream in the soft twilight.
Of jellied eels and ferris wheels, candy floss and rock,
Mussels, whelks, hotdogs and french fries,
And the air is heavy with the scent of sunblock,
In Blackpool on a hot day in July.
The Golden Mile waits calmly for the night crowd,
On the central pier they're queuing for a show,
Laser beams in shades of green flash through the sky,
Bathing the watchful tower in their glow.
It's time to go, it's a long way home and I'm feeling tired,
We parked the car at least a mile away.
Arm in arm we leave the lights behind us,
Both thinking of the things we've done today.
Of jellied eels and ferris wheels, candy floss and rock,
Mussels, whelks, hotdogs and french fries,
And the air is heavy with the scent of sunblock,
In Blackpool on a hot day in July.