And into the sea 
Goes pretty England and me 
Round 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 to sleep 
And the radio says... 

This is a low 
But it won't hurt you. 
When you're alone, 
It will be there with you, 
Finding ways to stay solo 

On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty, 
There's a low in the high forties 
And Saturdays locked away on the pier 
Not fast enough, dear. 
And 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... 

This is a low 
But it won't hurt you. 
When you're alone, 
It will be there with you, 
Finding ways to stay solo